Created 
intellectual  IJeautf 


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COLOR  BLENDING 

PHYSICAL,  INTELLECTUAL  and  SPIRITUAL 

from  the  BOW  OF  PROMISE 

SPANNING  LIFE'S  HIGHWAY 

from  EARTH  TO  HEAVEN 


By 

L.  SANTEE 

BLIND  AUTHOR  AND  POET 

COPYRIGHTED 

1921 


H.    S.    CROCKER    CO. 

PUBLISHERS 
OAKLAND.    CALIFORNIA 


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CONTENTS 

PAGE 

AN  UNCHANGING  RULE  FOR  BUILDERS 1 

OUR   BOY 2 

THE  BOY  SCOUT 2 

SPIRITUAL    RECOGNITION - „ 3 

THE  CHANGING  SEASONS 4 

PRESENT  AND  FUTURE „ 6 

FOUR  THRONES  OF  LOVE. 7 

THE  THRONES  OF  LOVE  (Revised) 8 

OUR  GUEST 9 

SUNSHINE  AND   SHADOW 10 

MOTHER'S   BIRTHDAY 11 

MEMORIAL  DAY 12 

JUBILEE    13 

GOD,  THE  BIRDS  AND  ME „ 14 

THE    OCEAN 16 

THE  WORLD  AND  ITS  TROUBLES 18 

FORMS  OF  NATURE 19 

COLUMBUS    „ 21 

INVITATIONAL   HYMN 22 

THE   SAVIOR'S   CALL 23 

GOD'S  ORDER  AND  HARMONY 25 

CHOOSE  YOUR  LIFE'S  WORK  FOR  BRAWN  OR  BRAIN 

BE  TRUE  AND  KNOW  IT  WELL. 26 

THE  LOVING  CORDS 28 

NATURE'S  HIDDEN  WORK 29 

POWER  AND  QUIETNESS 31 

TAKE  OFF  THE  LID 32 

SALUTE  TO  THE  FLAG 33 

MY  MISSION 34 

THE  SUMMER  SHOWER _ 35 

MERCY  AND  WRATH > 36 

THE  CLOCK  ON  THE  MANTEL 37 

MAN,  A  MOVING  TOWER 38 

BLINDNESS    40 

EDEN'S  GARDEN  AND  FALL. 41 

FOUNTAINS  OF  SONG 44 

THE  HOME  OF  THE  BLEST.....                                           .  46 


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A  CHRISTIAN   HOME 47 

OUR  DARLING  MOTHER,  U.  S.  A 49 

THE   CLEANSING  FIRE. 50 

THE  HOLY  SPIRIT „ 51 

THANKSGIVING  52 

THE  RAPTURE 54 

CHILDREN   _ 55 

PROVERBS  IN   EIGHT  SYLLABLES „...  56 

CHRISTMAS  57 

THE  SUN  OF  RIGHTEOUSNESS 59 

GOD  IN  THE  HUMAN  HEART. _ 60 

WINTER    60 

CHRIST  OUR  SAVIOR 62 

TRIBUTE  TO  MR.  AND  MRS.  E.  C.  THOMAS 64 

THE  COUNTRY  GIRL. 65 

THE  COUNTRY  BOY 66 

THE  CHRISTIAN'S  SABBATH 67 

GOD  DIRECTS 68 

TRIBUTE    FROM    HER    PARENTS    TO   MRS.  HORACE 

DUNNE  UPON  HER  BIRTHDAY,  1916 69 

NEW  YEAR  RESOLUTIONS 70 

OUR  COUNTRY'S  PLEA  FOR  LIGHT 71 

REPUBLICAN  DEMOCRACY 72 

TRIBUTE  TO  MR.  A.  J.  GREGG 73 

FASTING 74 

THE  KING'S  DREAM  AND  DANIEL'S  VISION 74 

VERSES  OF  BEREAVEMENT 77 

TIME  AND  ETERNITY 78 

THE  KING'S  HIGHWAY 79 

HEALING  IN  THE  TOUCH 80 

HE  SPEAKS 80 

WARP  AND  WOOF. 81 

HOME 82 

DIVINE  LOVE  83 

ANNOUNCEMENT  84 

ANNOUNCEMENT  85 

THE    CROSSING 85 

WIFE'S  BIRTHDAY .  86 


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HE  FILLS  MY  RANSOMED  SOUL. 87 

BODY  AND  SPIRIT 88 

HE  GUIDES  ARIGHT 89 

SIGNS  - 89 

DEDICATION  TO  MR.  AND  MRS.  L.  B.  GALLAGHER. 90 

THE  HOME  OF  THE  SPIRIT „ 91 

MOTHER'S  BIRTHDAY 91 

THINGS  WE  HAVE  THOUGHT  AND  DONE 92 

SUNDAY  SCHOOL  CHILDREN'S  DAY  IN  CHURCH 93 

YE   BUILDERS   94 

THE  BLIND  MAN 94 

BY  THE  AUTHOR 96 

BEFORE  YOU  VOTE  JUST  COUNT  THE  COST 97 

MY  DAUGHTER  AILEEN  AT  TWENTY-TWO. 98 

MY  GUIDING  STAR 99 

MOTHER'S  LOVE 99 

VISION  100 

PEACE  103 

GOD'S  PRESENCE. 104 

CALIFORNIA  105 

COMMEMORATING   MY   DAUGHTER'S   THIRTY-FIFTH 

BIRTHDAY  106 

OUR  COUNTRY'S  CALL 106 

PRIMEVAL  VERSUS  CULTIVATED  NATURE 108 

THE  LORD'S  SUPPER 109 

OUR    GIRL. 110 

THE  CLAIMS  OF  BIRTHPLACE. 110 

OCEAN  OF  GOD'S  LOVE. 112 

THE  GAME  OF  LABOR....  113 


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IX 


Preface 

By  the  Author. 

Unsupported  by  faith  in  the  Bible  records  of 
revealed  Spiritual  knowledge,  intelligence  questions 
the  justice  of  God  for  having  created  liberty  of  Will, 
enabling  thought  and  action  to  antagonize  creative 
purpose  and  then  creating  rewards  and  punishments 
to  influence  thought  and  action  in  harmony  with 
God's  law. 

Intelligence  supported  by  the  Bible  records  of 
revealed  Spiritual  knowledge  creates  an  atmosphere 
of  perfection  in  which  we  recognize  our  God  of 
creative  power  and  Government,  wearing  a  crown  of 
supreme  authority. 

When  Satan,  one  of  God's  ministering  spirits  in  the 
Paradise  of  his  visible  presence,  through  liberty  of 
will  antagonized  creative  purpose  and  led  an  insur 
rection  against  God's  government  introducing  dis 
obedience,  justice  banished  Satan  and  his  associates 
from  the  Eden  of  God's  visible  presence  in  Heaven 
and  upon  earth.  When  God  recognized  the  hopeless 
condition  of  banished  humanity  from  the  knowledge 
of  His  visible  and  spiritual  presence,  He  commis 
sioned  Christ,  His  only  begotten  Son,  to  satisfy  Justice 
by  restoring  harmony  between  an  offended  God  and 
offending  humanity.  For  this  purpose  Christ  left  the 
throne  of  His  Father's  glory  and  came  down  to  this 
footstool  of  earth,  where  He  clothed  Divinity  in  the 
body  of  our  humanity,  enabling  us  to  recognize  in 
Christ  our  Messiah  and  Redeemer. 


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When  Satan  recognized  that  Christ  would  establish 
His  Kingdom  of  righteousness  upon  the  foundations 
of  human  faith,  he  determined  to  undermine  that 
foundation  by  removing  Christ  from  among  His 
disciples.  Therefore,  death  was  commissioned  to  sep 
arate  the  physical  body  from  its  spiritual  occupant 
and,  Christ's  body  was  placed  in  the  tomb  of  Joseph, 
while  His  sorrowing  disciples  were  scattered  like 
sheep  without  a  shepherd. 

Now,  while  death  has  power  to  restore  vegetable, 
animal  and  human  bodies,  to  the  bosom  of  Mother 
Earth  from  which  they  were  taken,  death  is  also  sub 
ject  to  the  immortal  spirit  that  has  chosen  the 
physical  body  for  its  physical  habitation.  Therefore, 
in  the  economy  of  creative  purpose,  death  has  no 
power  over  the  Divine  spirit  which  has  been  clothed 
in  the  body  of  our  humanity.  In  the  course  of  events, 
Christ,  the  immortal  tenant,  returned  to  that  physical 
body  in  Joseph's  tomb;  and  through  the  power  of 
a  resurrected  life  and  the  changes  accompanying  it, 
He  again  came  forth  to  mingle  among  His  disciples, 
whose  fears  and  grief  were  changed  into  a  spirit  of 
rejoicing  beyond  the  power  of  human  utterance. 

Now,  after  forty  days  among  His  disciples,  Christ 
led  that  band  of  one  hundred  and  twenty  up  the 
slopes  of  Mount  Olivet  to  the  vantage  ground  of  a 
more  perfect  knowledge,  where  they  witnessed  the 
triumphal  departure  of  their  leader  into  the  cloud 
that  hid  the  throne  of  God's  visible  presence  from 
mortal  eyes.  Then  those  rejoicing  disciples  returned 
to  the  upper  room  filled  with  the  associations  of  their 
departed  leader,  for  this  was  the  chosen  place  where 


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God  had  requested  His  disciples  to  tarry  until  they 
had  received  the  baptism  of  the  Holy  Ghost,  anointing 
them  for  their  service  of  ministry  and  love — a  min 
istry  and  service  that  claims  no  vacation  until  death 
shall  transfer  them  to  the  Eden  of  God's  visible 
presence  in  Heaven. 

When  Christian  worshipers  recognize  the  great 
value  of  faith  in  these  Bible  records  of  revealed 
knowledge,  the  disciples  of  Christ  sacrifice  time,  tal 
ents,  ambition  and  even  life  itself  that  they  might 
place  these  Bible  records  in  the  hands  of  every 
earnest  seeker  after  truth.  For  this  purpose  churches 
are  constructed,  ministers  are  ordained,  and  Sunday 
schools  are  established  with  their  cradle  rolls,  enab 
ling  awakening  intelligence  to  use  these  Bible  records 
for  their  corner  stone  in  the  building  of  Life's 
Activities. 

By  L.  SANTEE. 


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SntroDuctorp  iQote 

Those  who  read  these  pages  will  be  interested  to 
know  that  the  man  who  wrote  them,  reads  with  his 
fingers  and  not  by  sight.  Mr.  Santee  was  for  many 
years  in  active  business,  and  a  frequent  visitor  to  my 
office  at  the  Oakland  Free  Library,  as  the  represen 
tative  of  various  publishing  houseg.  After  his  sight 
failed,  he  continued  to  do  business  for  a  time,  and 
nobody  could  have  told  from  any  failure  of  cheeri- 
ness  in  his  voice  that  the  handicap  that  had  come  to 
him  had  daunted  his  courage  in  the  least.  When 
active  bookselling  was  no  longer  possible,  he  did  not 
forsake  the  Library,  but  has  continued  to  come,  often 
quite  by  himself,  through  the  crowded  streets  to  the 
quiet  place  of  books.  This  has  lasted  through  several 
years,  and  his  form  has  been  familiar  to  the  Library 
people  as  he  has  sat  in  his  place  reading  with  busy 
fingers  the  book  that  he  has  brought  with  him. 

But  reading  has  not  been  his  only  employment.  As 
often  happens  the  failure  of  the  outward  sight  has 
seemed  to  intensify  that  inward  vision  that  is  "the 
evidence  of  things  not  seen."  His  spiritual  nature  has 
developed  in  the  quiet  spaces  that  come  to  the  sight 
less,  and  he  has  beguiled  the  hours  by  turning  into 
verse  the  results  of  this  seeing.  Strongly  religious 
and  ardently  patriotic,  his  verses  will  gain  the 
approval  of  many  a  mind  which  would  remain  cold 
to  subtler  appeal.  There  is  nothing  of  the  "mod 
ernist"  about  Mr.  Santee's  ideas  or  verse.  Straight, 
old-fashioned  piety  and  the  victory  over  untoward 
circumstance. 

CHAS.  S.  GREENE. 
Oakland  Free  Library,  June  30,  1921. 


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announcement  6p  tfte 


First  among  those  to  whom  honor  is  due  from 
appreciative  readers  is  Mr.  Greene,  Librarian,  under 
whose  efficient  leadership  our  Oakland  Library  has 
become  one  of  California's  leading  intellectual  assets. 
In  proof  of  this  assertion  permit  me  to  introduce 
some  figures  from  that  Library's  records.  During  the 
last  fiscal  year  one  million  eight  thousand  applica 
tions  have  been  made  for  intellectual  food  from  this 
storehouse  of  free  distribution  to  satisfy  the  hunger 
and  thirst  of  intellectual  appetites. 

Among  others  to  whom  credit  is  due  for  encourage 
ment  in  the  production  of  this  volume,  is  Mr.  Gregg 
who  claims  the  honor  of  being  editor  of  the  first  pro 
hibition  paper  published  in  this  State.  While  refer 
ence  should  also  be  made  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Gallagher 
of  the  Gallagher  Marsh  Business  College,  and  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Ilsen  of  the  Oakland  School  for  Shorthand. 
These  four  leaders  have  done  much  towards  the 
improvement  of  business  methods  within  the  realm  of 
their  extensive  influence. 

The  Author  must  not  forget  to  return  thanks  to 
the  many  friends  who  have  given  material  assistance 
in  creating  and  beautifying  this  volume. 

Republican  democracy  has  demonstrated  the  fact 
that  efficient  leadership  cannot  be  acquired  by  gift, 
purchase,  or  inheritance,  but  must  come  from  the 
workers  of  industrial  pursuits,  finding  its  climax  in 
the  supreme  leadership  of  national  life. 

L.  SANTEE,  1921. 


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To  disarm  adverse  criticism  concerning  repetitions 
that  may  be  found  in  this  volume,  the  author  desires 
to  make  the  statement  that  while  the  fear  of  criticism 
compels  writers  and  speakers  to  avoid  repetitions 
there  are  times  when  they  are  as  necessary  to  meet  the 
demands  of  human  conditions  as  the  pulse  beat,  the 
footstep,  or  the  ticking  of  the  clock.  Therefore,  while 
he  has  attempted  to  avoid  repetitions,  he  believes  that 
wherever  they  are  used  in  this  volume  they  are  for 
the  purpose  of  strengthening  what  has  gone  before. 


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XVIII 


Clncfianging  Bule  for  15uilDer0 


Before  you  build,  sit  down  and  count  the  cost 

To  build  the  very  best. 
And  when  you  build,  use  that  which  stands  the  test 

In  building  great  and  small. 

Should  you  desire  that  others  you  might  lead 

In  deed  or  words  or  thought, 
Then  you  must  build,  for  that  cannot  be  bought, 

This  must  be  built  by  you. 

This  rule  holds  good  in  all  we  undertake, 

In  thought,  or  word,  or  deed. 
For  we  must  reap  according  to  the  seed 

That  we  have  scattered  here. 

Thought  plows  the  fertile  soil  of  mind, 

And  there  we  scatter  seeds. 
They  bring  forth  useful  grain  or  useless  weeds, 

This  last  with  fire  is  burned. 

Then,  while  we  build  with  thought  or  words  or  deeds, 

Be  honest,  thorough,  pure. 
For  what  we  build  must  ever  more  endure 

Through  cycles  yet  to  come. 


2Dur 


Our  boy  brought  light  and  sunshine  to  those  about 

our  knee. 

He  was  a  dear,  sweet  blossom  upon  our  family  tree. 
He  filled  with  fullest  measure  our  hearts  with  hope 

and  joy. 
He  was  among  our  treasures,  a  gem  without  alloy. 

His  life  to  us  was  given  to  fill  our  home  with  love, 
And  then  pass  on  before  us,  to  dwell  in  heaven  above. 
There,  we  can  see  him  walking  upon  that  golden 

shore 
While  waiting  for  our  landing,  where  parting  is  no 

more. 

Oh,  parents,  are  you  trusting  upon  life's  rolling  wave 
The  holy  spirit's  guidance  and  Christ  enthroned  to 

save? 
Then,  you  shall  have  the  blossom  again  upon  your 

breast 
Where  hearts  with  love  are  blending,  creating  perfect 

rest. 


C&e  15og  Scout 


Written  to  encourage  the  Society  in  their  deeds  of  love. 

We're  a  band  of  sturdy  fellows, 
Chock  full  of  life,  for  work  or  fun; 

Whether  on  land  or  rolling  billows, 
We  have  a  hand  for  every  one. 


We  lead  the  blind,  the  lame,  the  helpless, 
Whate'er  may  be  their  failing  part. 

Where'er  we  see  the  sign  of  weakness, 
We  have  a  sympathetic  heart. 

Where  grief  o'erflows  and  silent  tear 
Rolls  down  the  full  or  furrowed  cheek, 

You'll  know  the  Boy  Scout,  he  is  near 
With  words  of  comfort  here  to  speak. 

Our  hearts  are  light  as  birds  on  wing 
From  early  morn  till  close  of  day. 

We  dance  and  shout,  we  laugh  and  sing, 
Brightening  corners  on  our  way. 


Spiritual  iaecognition 

With  Spirit's  recognition 
Throughout  God's  Holy  word, 
We  bow  in  adoration 
To  Christ,  our  risen  Lord. 

He  bears  our  heart's  petition 
To  God  in  their  bright  home, 
They  know  our  weak  condition, 
They  bid  us  freely  come. 

God's  treasure  house  stands  open 
To  those  who  love  His  will, — 
These  words  to  us  were  spoken, 
'Your  measures  freely  fill." 


The  Bible  is  our  witness, 
Sent  down  from  God  above; 
He  knows  about  our  fitness, 
We  see  His  boundless  love. 


C6e  Changing  Seasons 

What  means  those  rolling  thunders  loud, 

Within  the  vault  on  high, 
The  lightnings  flashing  from  the  cloud 

That  covers  yonder  sky. 

Ah!  God  is  forging  raindrops  bright, 

They  quickly  fall  to  earth. 
We  view  with  awe  the  wondrous  sight 

When  God  gives  Spring  her  birth. 

The  budding  branch  with  incense  sweet, 

Is  swinging  censers  now. 
All  Nature  worships  at  God's  feet 

While  head  and  knees  we  bow. 

The  birds  return  on  eager  wing 
From  their  far  southland  home, 

They  flit,  they  chirp,  they  joyful  sing, 
While  here  and  there  they  roam. 

The  lambs  are  playing  on  the  hill, 

Or  rest  in  pleasant  shade — 
Their  mothers'  hearts  with  rapture  thrill 

That  God  such  pleasure  made. 


The  farmer  plants  and  sows  the  field 

For  corn  or  waving  grain — 
His  hopes  are  high  that  they  will  yield 

A  bounteous  summer  gain. 

The  sun  mounts  up  to  throne  of  noon, 

He  rules  the  hours  of  light, 
And  then  descends  for  queenly  moon 

To  rule  the  hours  of  night. 

Young  Summer  comes  with  beaming  pride 
To  meet  his  sweetheart,  Spring. 

All  Nature  greets  the  coming  bride, 
And  loving  tributes  bring. 

The  Fall  with  frosty  sickle  bright 

Reaps  the  last  fruitage  here, 
Then  Winter  spreads  his  garments  white 

Upon  the  dying  year. 

And  is  this  all  and  shall  it  be 
When  Death  to  us  shall  come? 

Ah,  no.  A  future  life  we  see 
And  an  Eternal  Home. 

There  we  shall  harvest  what  we've  sown 

Unless  repentance  here 
Shall  claim  our  pardon  at  God's  throne, 

And  make  our  title  clear. 

To  get  perfect  harmony  out  of  these  verses  turn  to  John,  third 
chapter,  and  use  it  as  your  key-note. 


Present  anD  jfuture 


Without  a  future  yonder 
Above  this  world  of  strife, 
Let  us  a  moment  ponder 
Upon  this  present  life. 

Then  we,  like  vegetation, 
No  future  leads  on  High, 
We  share  disintegration, 
No  future  when  we  die. 

Our  love  would  be  in  danger 
With  unchained  self-desire, 
For  Love  would  be  a  stranger 
Within  this  flame  of  fire. 

No  law  our  lust  to  govern, 
Our  lust  for  self-desire; 
For  Lust  to  us  is  sovereign, 
He  feeds  these  flames  of  fire. 

Upon  our  human  features 
We  see  this  greed  for  lust, 
Among  all  living  creatures 
No  one  in  whom  to  trust. 

No  love  for  one  another 
Upon  life's  rugged  road, 
No  helping  of  a  brother 
To  ease  the  heavy  load. 


To  Christ  we  are  a  debtor 
To  light  our  upward  way, 
He  gives  us  something  better 
Creating  perfect  day. 

We  share  each  other's  pleasures 
Our  future  shining  bright, 
A  gem  among  our  treasures, 
It  gives  us  perfect  light. 


jfour  CJ)tone0  of  Lofce 

Four  thrones  of  love  stand  side  by  side, 
From  Christ  to  loving  mother. 

Go  view  them  well,  you  cannot  tell 
Which  stands  above  the  other. 

No  sacrifice  for  us  too  great, 
With  God  our  loving  Father; 

Even  his  own  begotten  Son, 
Our  King  and  elder  brother. 

Another  throne  stands  at  their  side, 
That  all  true  hearts  remember. 

It  is  the  throne  of  woman's  love, 
So  faithful,  pure  and  tender. 

She  walks  with  us  the  downward  road 
Through  sin  and  degradation. 

Keeping  her  garments  pure  and  white 
Creates  our  admiration. 

These  thrones  of  love  stand  side  by  side, 
From  Christ  to  loving  mother. 

We  view  them  well,  but  fail  to  tell 
Which  stands  above  the  other. 


Cfte  Cj)tone0  of  JLotoe 

(Revised  by  the  Author.) 

God's  throne  of  love  supreme  above, 

Supporting  every  other, 
From  human  hearts  to  Christ  Divine, 

Uniting  God  and  Mother. 

Each  country  has  its  throne  of  love, 
Where  friendly  nations  gather. 

George  Washington,  first  ruler  here, 
Received  the  name  of  Father. 

Each  home  should  have  its  throne  of  love, 
With  friends  and  family  seated. 

And  when  they  all  are  gathered  there, 
That  circle  is  completed. 

Another  throne  we  mention  here, 
Which  all  true  hearts  remember. 

It  is  the  throne  of  woman's  love, 
So  faithful,  pure  and  tender. 

She  walks  with  us  the  downward  road, 
Through  sin  and  degradation. 

Keeping  her  garments  pure  and  white, 
Creates  our  admiration. 

These  thrones  of  love  begin  above, 
Each  throne  joined  to  its  brother. 

Until  God's  throne  of  perfect  love 
Encircles  every  other. 


SDur 


You  are  a  welcome  Guest, 
Crossing  our  life's  highway, 
Come.,  in  and  sweetly  rest; 
Renew  your  strength  today. 

May  angel  forms  descend 
Adown  Dream's  ladder  bright; 
While  pleasant  thoughts  ascend, 
As  Jacob's  did  that  night. 

He  lay  upon  the  ground, 
His  pillow  was  a  stone; 
There  sweetest  rest  he  found, 
His  ladder  reached  the  Throne. 

He  was  the  desert's  care, 
But  you  to  us  have  come; 
Our  pleasures  freely  share, 
Our  comforts  and  our  home. 

Now  while  you  sweetly  rest, 
With  us  God's  presence  share; 
For  those  are  richly  blest 
Who  know  His  loving  care. 


In  unobstructed  sunshine 
No  shadows  do  we  see; 

To  cast  a  single  shadow, 
Obstruction  there  must  be. 

Love's  unobstructed  sunshine 
Contains  no  load  of  care; 

While  walking  to  this  sunlight, 
We  find  no  shadows  there. 

We  at  each  friendship's  crossing 
Each  other's  pleasure  share, 

Creating  sweetest  blossoms — 
Their  perfume  fills  the  air. 

We  meet  love  at  these  crossings, 
There  blending,  heart  to  heart ; 

There  is  no  perfect  blending 
Without  love's  chosen  part. 

Now  should  there  be  a  wedding 
Binding  two  human  hearts, 

Without  this  perfect  blending, 
Without  love's  chosen  parts? 

They  walk  life's  sunless  highway 
Through  all  their  dreary  years, 

No  loving  arms  entwining, 
No  love  to  dry  their  tears. 


10 


Watch  well  before  the  wedding 
The  blending  of  each  heart, 

For  all  imperfect  blendings 
Leave  shadows  in  each  part. 


How  sweet  to  know  a  Mother's  love 

And  feel  her  presence  near. 
Her  Birthday  is  a  joy  sublime, 
New  Christmas  in  our  Year. 

Her  loved  ones  greet  this  day  of  days 

Along  the  path  of  time; 
It  fills  their  thoughts  in  future  years, 

Your  Birthday,  Mother  Mine. 

It  brings  back  thoughts  of  her  dear  form 

To  each  succeeding  day, 
It's  sunshine  in  each  lonely  heart 

To  light  our  onward  way. 

Should  Mother  reach  those  pearly  Gates 

Before  our  work  is  through, 
Oh,  happy  we,  to  greet  her  there 

In  her  bright  mansion  new. 


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Dap 


From  honored  graves  the  dead  come  forth, 
We  see  with  spirit  vision 
Those  bodies  that  were  sleeping  there, 
They  form  a  long  procession. 

Some  by  great  deeds  of  valor  led 
The  honored  of  their  nation, 
We  read  on  scroll  of  noble  fame 
Their  life,  their  work,  their  station. 

Soldiers  firm  as  adamant, 
They  stand  on  land  and  ocean, 
Upon  the  field  of  noble  strife, 
In  battle's  wild  commotion. 

And  when  the  bugle  sounds  the  charge 
Not  one  is  seen  to  falter, 
Their  swords  and  bayonets  make  way 
To  valor's  sacred  altar. 

Upon  each  breast  from  woman's  hands 
They  wear  proud  honor's  token. 
With  manly  tread  this  badge  they  wear, 
With  courage  still  unbroken. 

From  honored  graves  new  forms  arise, 
They  pass  from  earth  to  heaven, 
Their  bodies  bound  to  stakes  were  burned, 
To  God  their  lives  were  given. 


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These  pioneers  now  sleeping  here 
From  some  great  onward  movement, 
Our  greetings  with  our  thanks  we  bring 
For  your  wide  world  improvement. 

While  now  this  day  these  flowers  we  bring, 
Your  silent  graves  to  cover, 
We  see  your  forms  on  angel  wings, 
Their  brightness  round  us  hover. 


3fu6ilee 

The  author  was  inspired  to  write  the  following  poem  while  listen 
ing  to  an  address  by  Mrs.  Montgomery  of  the  Baptist  Women's 
Foreign  Missionary  Society,  at  a  Jubilee  meeting. 

Our  year  of  Jubilee  has  come, 

Lift  up  your  hearts  and  sing. 

Hope,  Faith  and  Love  to  earth  has  come 

Upon  bright  Angel's  wing. 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night, 
In  skies  sweet  anthems  ring, 
They  tell  us  of  a  Savior's  love, 
They  point  to  Christ,  our  King. 

Our  prayers  mount  up  to  God  on  high, 
Through  Christ,  our  Savior  dear, 
He  bears  to  Heaven  our  faintest  plea, 
From  Saint  and  Sinner,  here. 

Before  another  Jubilee 
May  prayers  encircling  earth 
Mount  up  to  God,  upon  His  throne 
Through  Christ,  who  gives  them  birth. 


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<2>oD>  tfte  15irD0  anD 


God  gives  the  birds  their  food  to  eat, 
From  earth,  the  sky  or  sea; 

He  gives  to  them  their  bread  and  meat, 
Just  as  He  does  to  me. 

They  gather  food  from  morn  till  night 
For  those  within  their  nest; 

The  mother  bird  has  joy  and  light 
And  welcomes  mate  to  nest. 

They  chirp  and  sing  the  livelong  day, 
In  summer,  autumn,  spring; 

They  make  us  happy  on  our  way, 
Our  hearts  with  them  now  sing. 

God  does  not  place  the  food  in  nest, 

For  either  bird  or  me; 
He  in  His  wisdom  thinks  it  best 

For  all  to  work,  you  see. 

The  birds  arise  with  morning  light, 

That  herald  of  the  day, 
Which  tells  that  sun  so  warm  and  bright 

Has  started  on  his  way. 

For  hours  to  work,  to  talk,  or  play, 
God  sends  the  hours  of  light; 

For  man  and  bird  at  close  of  day 
He  sends,  for  sleep,  the  night. 


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While  sun  gives  light,  the  birds  give  song; 

They're  dressed  in  plumage  bright; 
They  cheer  our  hearts  the  whole  day  long, 

From  break  of  day  till  night. 

They  lift  their  heads  while  here  they  sing; 

Their  songs  are  full  of  love 
To  God,  who  gave  to  them  the  wing 

To  fly  in  air  above. 

They  praise  the  Lord  for  morning  light, 

They  praise  Him  every  one; 
That  He  has  watched  their  sleep  at  night 

Until  first  rays  of  sun. 

God  at  His-  throne  in  heaven  so  far, 
To  Him  their  notes  they  raise; 

To  God  who  made  the  morning  star, 
Their  joyful  songs  of  praise. 

God  sees  us  all  on  bended  knee 

In  prayer  to  Him  above; 
One  day  He'll  say  to  you  and  me: 

"Come  to  my  home  of  love." 

The  faintest  voice  that's  raised  in  prayer 

From  saint  and  sinner  here, 
Is  carried  up  that  golden  stair 

To  Christ,  our  Savior  dear. 


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Christ,  us  a  mansion  now  prepares 
For  those  who  love  Him  here; 

With  joy  we  mount  the  golden  stairs, 
His  loving  presence  near. 

To  dwell  with  Christ,  our  Savior  dear, 

Within  that  city  bright; 
Then  no  more  sorrow,  doubt  or  fear, 

Where  Christ  shall  be  the  light. 


Cfte  2Dcean 

I  stood  upon  thy  beach,  O,  ocean! 

And  listened  to  thy  ceaseiless  roar, 
Thy  power,  and  wrath,  in  great  commotion, 

As  waves  rolled  high  on  sandy  shore. 

Then  sweetly  as  a  maiden  sleeping 
Tranquilly  dreaming  thoughts  of  love, 

While  from  her  glowing  face  reflecting 
The  moon  and  twinkling  stars  above. 

Ships  on  thy  placid  bosom  lying, 
Beneath  a  clear  and  azure  sky, 

No  foaming  billows  round  them  plying, 
Nor  threat'ning  clouds  above  them  fly. 

As  harvest  hand  at  dinner  resting, 
Gathering  strength  for  further  work, 

The  sailors  know  that  dangers  nesting 
And  storms  beyond  this  quiet  lurk. 


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The  captain  knows  the  sign  appalling 
Within  the  glass  so  small  and  slim, 

The  liquid  there  is  quickly  falling, 
The  sailors  haste  those  sails  to  trim. 

Scarcely  upon  the  deck  they're  standing 
When  mast  and  ship  begin  to  reel, 

The  roaring  storm  upon  them  speeding, 
The  angry  winds  those  masts  now  feel. 

As  raging  monsters  on  them  sweeping 
Now  crushing  ship  and  helm  and  mast; 

The  sea  and  sterm  now  o'er  them  weeping, 
That  ship  and  men  are  in  the  past. 

O  thou  sea,  within  thy  rock  bound  shore 
How  many  hopes  and  men  lie  deep. 

But  God  from  heaven  they'll  hear  once  more 
Calling  them  from  that  briny  sleep. 

O'er  sea  and  land  God's  trumpet  shall  sound, 
All  nations'  dead  that  voice  shall  hear; 

Wherever  a  human  grave  is  found 
They  shall  come  forth  to  joy  or  fear. 

Sailor  on  ocean,  give  God  your  heart, 
He  wants  you  in  His  Kingdom  too; 

Make  the  Bible  your  heavenly  chart, 
Much  work  for  Him  you  then  can  do. 


17 


Cfte  eaorio  anD  3ts  CrouMes 


This  world  and  its  troubles, 
As  through  them  we  move, 

Thoughts  bring  back  memories 
Of  scenes  that  we  love. 

These  thoughts  of  our  childhood 

In  rich  colors  glow 
Like  rainbows  of  promise, 

On  crystals  of  snow. 

In  thoughts  of  our  spring  time 
Bright  blossoms  we  see, 

The  hope  of  youth's  fruitage 
That  grows  on  life's  tree. 

A  dear  family  and  friends 

Together  now  stand; 
No  thought  of  life's  troubles 

Have  entered  that  band. 

Encircling  an  organ, 
Their  voices  they  raise 

With  home  songs  they  love, 
Their  tribute  of  praise. 

The  father  and  mother 

Sit  peacefully  there; 
The  scene  and  those  dear  songs 

They  lovingly  share. 


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They  see  in  those  loved  ones 
Their  hopes  and  their  joys, 

Their  dear  loving  children, 
Those  girls  and  those  boys. 

These  thoughts  now  float  backward 

O'er  oceans  of  time; 
That  family  is  scattered 

In  country  and  cliine. 

These  scenes  of  our  childhood, 
Though  oceans  may  part, 

Waves  of  their  memory 
Oft  gladden  the  heart. 


jforms  of 


The  brain  is  filled  with  deepest  emotion 
Thinking  of  glories  that  around  us  lie; 

The  depth,  the  breadth,  the  beauty  of  ocean, 
Its  wonders  within,  its  waves  dashing  high. 

The  fish  dressed  in  scales  all  perfect  and  bright 
Dwelling  in  caverns  of  their  ocean  deep, 

Shells  for  their  pictures  —  a  beautiful  sight, 
Sporting,  and  playing,  or  resting  in  sleep. 

We  now  will  view  those  peaks  on  mountains  high, 
Grandeur  of  strength  and  majesty  of  form; 

God's  sentinels  with  whitened  heads  in  sky 

Above  the  lightning's  flash  and  clouds  of  storm. 


19 


There  at  their  feet  descend  those  canyons  deep, 

With  lights  and  shades  and  brightest  colors  rare; 

'Tie  here  that  God  His  richest  pictures  keep, 
And  here  their  softest  tints  He  doth  prepare. 

The  ground  He  paints  with  sunshine,  dew  and  shower; 

All  over  earth  His  richest  colors  glow; 
Each  spring  He  paints  the  blossom  and  the  flower; 

Their  sweet  perfume  we  breathe  while  here  they 
grow. 

God  builds  the  forest  from  shrub  to  tall  pine, 
Berries  on  bushes,  rich  fruit  on  the  tree; 

Large  clusters  of  grapes  that  hang  from  the  vine; 
Food  for  squirrel  and  birds,  for  you  and  me. 

Those  storm  chariots  with  lightning  in  wheels, 
In  fury  that  drive  across  the  blue  sky; 

Their  roaring  and  rushing  the  earth  now  feels, 
Through  darkened  clouds  that  above  us  fly. 

God  sifts  the  raindrops  where  nature  doth  ride; 

The  icy  crystals  and  feathers  of  snow; 
The  cloud,  their  home,  where  they  all  doth  abide; 

Their  covers  He  spreads  on  all  here  below. 

Why  farther  attempt  these  wonders  to  name 

On  earth  below  or  in  heaven  above; 
His  power  still  large,  is  ever  the  same. 

While  through  it  all  we  can  see  His  great  love. 


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"Colum&us" 


Columbus  saw  on  scroll  of  fame 

Those  names  that  deeds  had  written  there; 
There  first  of  all  was  his  own  name, 

While  greater  deeds  not  one  could  share. 

He  dared  to  teach,  "the  earth  is  round," 
Not  flat,  as  cardinals  would  say; 

His  doctrine  he  would  dare  to  sound, 
By  sailing  westward  day  by  day. 

Atlantic  has  a  sunset  shore 

Beyond  this  ocean's  broad  domain; 

Westward  we  reach  rich  India's  store 
Then  on,  still  on,  till  home  again. 

He  argued  long,  his  words  were  bold, 
To  get  from  Spain  these  vessels  three: 

The  queen  there  pawned  her  jewels  old; 
She  had  great  faith  in  him,  you  see. 

He  journeyed  on  this  westward  sea 
Against  the  restless  rolling  tide; 

While  sailors  feared  this  trip  begun 
Should  end  far  down  the  ocean's  side. 

His  crews  were  men  who  all  those  years 

On  superstition  long  had  fed; 
They  all  were  filled  with  useless  fears 

From  superstition's  poisoned  bread. 


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He  tried  to  quell  their  common  fear 

While  through  those  westward  waves  he  swept: 
Through  many  months  of  that  long  year, 

Relentless  still,  he  onward  kept. 

Columbus  begged  for  one  more  night 
With  mutiny  and  sufferings  more; 

His  eyes  must  see  the  moving  light, 
To  prove  they  neared  the  sunset  shore. 

: 

Land !  Land !  the  cry  rang  loud  and  clear 
Upon  that  day's  first  morning  light; 

It  reached  the  sailor's  listening  ear, 
They  haste  to  view  the  welcome  sight. 

His  name  shall  lead  this  worldly  fame 

All  others  must  beneath  enroll. 
Columbus  first,  the  highest  name 

Is  written  on  this  worldly  scroll. 


amiitational 


Do  you  not  hear  the  dear  Savior  knocking, 
Knocking  at  the  door  of  your  heart  today? 

O,  do  not  keep  Him  there  longer  waiting, 
Open  the  door  of  your  heart  while  you  may. 

He  has  called,  yes,  He  has  been  here  before, 

Those  wounds  in  His  hands  and  feet  were  for  me. 

Now  while  He  is  standing  outside  my  door, 
That  crown  of  thorns  on  His  brow  I  can  see. 


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He  is  the  Son  of  the  Lord  of  Heaven, 
Come  to  a  heart  full  of  evil  and  sin; 
His  life  for  me  on  that  cross  was  given. 
I  will  open  my  door  and  let  Him  in. 

Chorus: 

Yes  I  can  hear  the  dear  Savior  knocking, 
Knocking  at  the  door  of  my  heart  today; 
I  can  not  keep  Him  there  longer  waiting, 
I  will  open  my  heart  without  delay. 

Then  lead  me  to  the  cross, 
To  that  dear  Heart  of  Love, 
It  was  there  that  He  bled  for  me. 

•       •         ,  .  . '    ' 

Then  lead  me  to  the  cross; 
To  that  GREAT  Heart  of  Love. 
It  was  there  that  He  died  for  me. 


Cfte  ^atnor'0  Call 

O  listen  to  the  Savior's  call, 

He  calls  for  you  and  me; 
That  call  is  clear  and  plain  to  all, 

And  all  His  face  shall  see. 

All  those  who  listen  to  His  call 

Shall  see  His  face  of  love; 
They  at  His  wounded  feet  will  fall, 

His  outstretched  hands  above. 

He'll  raise  them  from  those  wounded  feet, 

With  His  dear  hands  of  love, 
He'll  take  them  to  that  glory  seat 

Within  His  home  above. 


23 


There  they  will  sing  redemption's  song; 

The  angels  gathered  round, 
Will  listen  to  that  blood  washed  throng; 

Their  King  His  praise  they  sound. 

And  all  who  will  not  hear  His  call, 

They,  too,  shall  bend  the  knee; 
They  all  before  that  King  shall  fall, 

And  His  stern  face  they'll  see. 

Then  from  those  eyes  they'll  shrink  with  fear 
And  hear  these  words  of  doom, 

This  voice  again  they  all  shall  hear, 
"You  turned  me  from  my  home." 

I  came  to  make  my  home  within, 

For  you  my  life  I  gave ; 
To  cleanse  your  heart  from  every  sin, 

And  your  dear  life  to  save. 

You  would  not  harken  to  my  call, 

You  would  not  let  me  in; 
I  could  not  save  you  from  the  fall; 

Now  you  must  bear  your  sin. 


I^armonp 


When  these  worlds  were  formed  and  placed  in  their 
course 

By  the  hand  of  that  great  Infinite  One, 
He  made  law  and  order  a  primal  force; 

By  these  agents  all  His  great  work  was  done. 

That  network  of  worlds  up  there  in  the  sky, 

Each  one  in  its  own  orbit  is  moving. 
While  hither  and  thither  they  seem  to  fly, 

All  know  their  own  way;  there  is  no  roving. 

To  find  God's  great  laws  we  need  not  thus  stray 
Among  those  far  distant  orbits  to  roam; 

While  here  His  firm  but  harmonious  sway 
Is  seen  through  creation  on  earth,  our  home. 

God  made  the  forest  and  placed  there  the  tree, 
Oak,  pine,  and  maple,  each  in  his  own  class, 

No  changing  by  nature  of  class  we  see 

While  all  grow  together,  a  friendly  mass. 

God  made  the  birds  and  taught  them  how  to  nest, 
The  robin  and  sparrow,  pigeon  and  wren, 

To  retain  their  class  and  flock  He  thought  best, 
And  not  change  them  through  fish  or  beast  to  men. 

All  over  the  earth  the  beasts  have  their  lairs, 
In  jungles  and  rocks,  in  grass,  hole  or  cave, 

All  in  their  own  class,  in  droves  or  in  pairs 
For  home  and  safety,  this  knowledge  God  gave. 


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Sweet  harmony  reigns  in  all  God's  great  laws; 

No  changing  by  nature  of  class  we  see; 
Among  all  this  order  we  see  no  flaws, 

No  change  through  beast  to  man,  from  plant  to  tree. 

With  all  these  great  proofs  before  us  each  day, 
Nature  not  changing  class  or  relation; 

Why  Darwin's  attempt  to  change  God's  own  way, 
The  Bible  account  of  man's  creation? 


Cftoose  gout  JLife'0  tSlork  for  TSraton  or 
TSrain*  TSe  Crue  anD  BJnoto  3t 

The  artist  with  palette  and  brush, 

To  make  his  painting  fair, 
The  shades  and  how  to  blend 

those  colors  glowing  there; 
Must  have  beside  his  hoard  of  paints 

the  skill  to  mix  them  too. 
Without  the  artist's  skill  and  touch 

that  work  he  could  not  do. 

That  engine  on  the  track  with  rushing, 

rambling,  shriek  and  roar, 
With  cars  well  filled  with  life  or  freight, 

that  passes  us  before, 
To  build  them  all  what  care  and  skill 

those  many  hands  must  take 
In  axle,  wheel,  of  flange  of  steel 

find  flaw  or  hidden  break. 


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A  man  upon  the  farm  must  know 

the  time  to  sow  his  grain. 
The  soil  prepare,  irrigate,  or  catch 

the  pleasant  rain. 
When  to  plant,  the  months  to  grow 

and  then  the  time  to  garner. 
He  must  know  these  things,  or  he 

could  never  be  a  farmer. 

The  doctors  know  their  many  ways  to 

find  our  every  ill; 
Their  medicines  of  many  kinds  in 

powder,  liquid,  pill 
To  ease  the  aching  pain  within, 

or  burning  fever  break. 
Such  sickness  as  without  their  skill 

Our  very  life  would  take. 

The  oculist  with  glass  to  fit 

to  these  strange  eyes  of  ours, 
Those  crystals  that  within  contain 

corrected  vision  powers. 
He  then  must  know  to  test  these  eyes 

with  knowledge  great  and  true, 
Or  he  would  surely  fail  in  all 

these  wondrous  things  to  do. 

The  dentist,  in  each  mouth  must  know 

where  plate  and  teeth  should  meet, 
That  we  with  pleasure  may  partake 

the  many  foods  we  eat. 
To  make  these,  he  must  surely 

many  months  of  training  take, 
Or  as  a  skilled,  successful  dentist 

he  would  never  make. 


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These  verses  now  must  end,  but  not  for 

want  of  subjects  more; 
A  throng  of  them  are  waiting  still 

outside  my  office  door; 
To  speak  of  all  would  take  too  much 

of  valued  time  I  fear, 
While  crowding  out  some  other  thoughts 

that  should  be  mentioned  here. 

Choose  your  life's  work  for  brawn  or  brain, 

be  true  and  know  it  well; 
Your  fortune  and  your  work  in  after 

years  will  surely  tell. 
To  those  who  chance  these  lines  to  read 

while  young  and  in  your  prime, 
At  work  or  school,  be  this  your  golden  rule, 

redeem  the  time. 


Cfte  JLotoing  CotD0 


God  binds  us  all  with  loving  cords 

To  His  dear  home  above ; 
There  we  shall  hear  our  Savior's  words 

And  see  His  face  of  love. 

Our  sons  and  daughters  join  the  train 
Within  that  home  of  love; 

And  there  they  sing  a  glad  refrain 
While  in  those  ranks  they  move. 


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Father,  sister,  or  a  brother, 

Now  joins  that  heavenly  throng; 

It  may  be  a  loving  mother 
Who  sings  that  glory  song. 

Perhaps  a  friend  who  held  the  hand, 

A  wife  or  husband  dear, 
Is  singing  in  that  happy  band 

With  voice  that  sounds  so  clear. 

We  too,  may  join  that  singing  throng 
And  touch  our  harps  of  gold; 

We  too,  may  sing  redemption's  song 
Within  our  Savior's  fold. 


JI3ature'0  pitmen  KBorfc 


Unpleasant  things  in  nature's  building  here, 
God  places  them  beyond  the  human  sight; 

In  nooks  or  corners  they  are  hidden  near, 
Behind  the  curtains  of  his  darkest  night. 

The  sap  which  is  the  life  blood  of  the  tree 

Gathered  from  covered  mould  of  mother  earth, 

By  uncouth  roots  all  hidden  there  you  see, 

Where  nature's  God  gives  all  the  trees  their  birth, 

From  this  come  trees  to  breathe  the  sunlight  air 
With  bodies  dressed  in  finely  colored  bark; 

Branches  spread  forth  with  leaves  in  shape  so  fair, 
A  home  for  beasts,  the  robin  and  the  lark. 


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Each  year  the  blossoms,  sweet,  on  branch  and  stem 
Far,  far  beyond  the  rarest  work  of  art; 

Producing  food  for  beast  or  bird  or  men, 

The  thought  of  these  with  joy  should  fill  the  heart. 

Kernels  of  corn,  the  seeds  of  grass  or  grain 
Contained  within,  the  hidden  germs  of  life, 

Abide  in  earth  until  moistened  by  the  rain, 
Spring  forth  to  ripen,  for  the  reaper's  knife. 

Each  seed  contains  within  that  stalk  or  blade 
That  waves  majestic  in  the  unseen  breeze, 

Whose  life  within  no  man  has  ever  seen. 

God  makes  this  all  for  grain  or  grass  or  trees. 

The  wondrous  force  of  thought  within  the  brain, 
Those  throbs  of  life  in  every  beating  heart, 

Now  from  the  cloud  is  shaped  that  drop  of  rain, 
Such  things  as  these  are  God's,  and  not  man's  art. 

What's  best  for  us  God  knows  far  more  than  we, 
That  God  who  rules  in  earth  and  heaven  above; 

Blessings  in  ills  of  life  we  do  not  see 

All  things  are  made  by  this  great  God  of  love. 


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Potoer  anD  €luietne0$ 


Those  mountain  peaks  that  stand  so  high 

In  majesty  of  form, 
With  snow  capped  heads  that  pierce  the  sky, 

They  there  must  stand  the  storm. 

The  storm  king  o'er  them  hurls  his  lash 

With  nature's  fiercest  blow; 
They  hear  the  roaring  thunders  crash, 

They  see  the  lightning's  glow. 

For  down  upon  the  smaller  hills 

Or  in  the  valleys  low, 
There  nature  does  not  have  these  ills, 

They  rarely  feel  his  blow. 

'Tis  so  with  man;  when  fortune  bright 

Bestows  on  him  his  crown, 
Some  give  to  him  a  helping  light, 

While  others  on  him  frown. 

Those  men  of  worth  who  nations  own 
Must  meet  great  waves  of  wrath, 

That  jealous  men  have  round  them  thrown 
Which  overflow  their  path. 

The  most  of  us  in  valleys  lie 

Below  the  storm-king's  power; 
We  would  not  be  those  peaks  on  high. 

We  love  the  quiet  bower. 


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Cake  SDff  tijc  LiD 


Some  men  within  our  city  fair 

Who  for  uncovering  bid, 
Have  called  upon  our  Mayor  there, 

And  cried,  "Take  off  the  Lid." 

Now  honest  men  like  you  and  me, 

A  reason  we  would  know: 
If  Lid  is  off,  what  things  to  see? 

What  have  they  there  to  show? 

Some  say:  downtown  red  lights  should  glow, 

That  evil  there  might  breed; 
There  men  and  boys  wild  seed  may  sow 

And  cultivate  the  weed. 

Throw  open  wide  each  dancing  floor, 

With  liquors  there  to  quaff; 
We'll  have  those  stringent  laws  no  more; 

How  Satan  then  will  laugh! 

Then  open  wide  each  gambler's  door, 

Near  bars  where  liquor's  sold; 
These  two  join  hands  upon  one  floor 

To  gather  in  your  gold. 

But  more  than  that  they  gather  in: 

Our  manhood  too,  they  drown; 
This  is  to  us  a  greater  sin, 

Which  all  true  men  must  down. 


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Cafes  that  rarely  have  been  beat 

To  call  the  Devil  up; 
He  there  with  you  will  take  a  seat 

With  you  he  then  will  sup. 

He  draws  that  curtain  on  the  door 
With  hands  and  eyes  aflame; 

Whiskies  and  wines  he  then  will  pour 
To  cover  up  all  shame. 

Is  this  the  place  for  you  and  me? 

Who  love  the  good  and  right? 
May  these  our  city  no  more  see, 

And  our  fair  name  to  blight. 

To  these  shall  we  our  children  sell? 

That  business  may  be  bright? 
To  feed  with  them  the  fires  of  hell. 

No!  We  shall  stand  for  right. 


Salute  to  tfce 

Thou  flag  of  our  country 
We  salute  thee  today, 
Thou  hast  won  an  ovation 
From  the  heart  of  our  nation 
And  the  homes  of  the  free. 

Our  flag  is  now  waving 
In  the  breezes  so  high, 
With  bright  colors  enduring 
That  are  always  alluring 
Our  sweet  liberty  on. 


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Each  star  brightly  shining 

In  thy  field  of  deep  blue 

Is  a  sign  and  a  token 

Of  a  Union  unbroken 

That  dares  stand  for  the  right. 

Where  hands  of  oppression 
Have  left  marks  of  foul  stain, 
There  our  waving  flag  beckons 
And  our  liberty  reckons 
That  foul  hand  to  destroy. 

We  welcome  thy  waving 
That  has  beckoned  us  on 
To  sweet  Liberty's  wooing 
And  a  monarch's  undoing, 
Bringing  Peace  to  the  world. 


Though  I  am  poor  and  weak  and  blind 

I  love  my  Savior  too; 
In  earnest  prayer  I  asked  Him  find 

Some  work  for  me  to  do. 

Now  God  does  answer  earnest  prayer 
From  His  dear  home  above; 

He  tells  us  how  and  when  and  where 
To  show  our  ardent  love. 


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He  answers  in  His  God-like  way 
That  we  His  goodness  show, 

The  work  He  has  for  us  each  day 
That  we  in  strength  may  grow. 

My  prayer  God  answers  in  my  need 
In  ways  I  had  not  thought; 

He  uses  me  to  sow  some  seed 
His  own  dear  Son  has  brought. 


Cfie  Summer 

The  bright  midsummer  sun  is  beaming  upon  us 
With  intense  heat  in  its  bright  shining  ray; 

The  months  of  this  season  you  will  often  find  thus, 
And  seek  forest  walks  to  shelter  our  way. 

The  traveler  with  heated  brow  and  coat  on  arm 
Passes  the  lowing  herd  in  leafy  shade, 

They  have  left  their  grassy  slope  on  that  hillside  farm 
For  the  mountain  stream  and  the  cool,  shady  glade. 

The  sun  has  reached  zenith  in  his  journey  of  day, 
No  breeze  stirs  below  or  moves  leaf  on  high, 

Dark  forms  are  now  rising,  they  cross  that  hot  sun's 

way, 
His  beams  paint  and  gild  their  margins  in  sky. 

Beyond  those  bright  margins  we  hear  the  thunders 

roar; 

The  winds  join  the  race,  they  rush  on  before; 
These  lightnings  in  clouds  now  burn  holes  through 

their  floor, 

There  the  storm  dashing  through  knocks  at  your 
door. 


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Beasts,  birds  and  men  now  seek  shelter  from  the  rain; 

While  the  storm  comes  in  a  steady  downpour; 
The  brooks  form  on  hillside  and  grow  broad  in  lane; 

The  ground  is  well  drenched  and  thirsty  no  more. 

. 
Those  dark  clouds  breaking,  our  sun  shines  through 

on  the  rain 

Forming  that  bow  of  promise,  God  given; 
Whose  colors  glow,  through  sky  from  hillside  to  lane, 
Bringing  to  earth  some  glory  of  heaven. 


and 


Mercy,  in  haste  she  flew  to  gain 

A  race  with  angel  Wrath, 
Who  scattered  in  a  fiery  rain 

Destruction  in  his  path. 

To  Sodom's  city  first  she  came, 
Where  Lot  and  family  dwelt; 

There  Lot,  we  say  it  to  his  shame, 
God's  words  he  had  not  felt. 

She  hastened  Lot  to  speed  away 
With  wife  and  children  dear; 

For  Wrath  would  come  that  very  day, 
His  fiery  rain  was  near. 

Within  this  plain  you  must  not  stay, 
But  to  yon  mountain  flee; 

Nor  backward  look  upon  your  way; 
Your  safety  forward  see. 


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Just  so  with  those  on  earth,  who  dwell 
God's  words  we  lightly  see; 

The  Holy  Spirit  hastes  to  tell; 
To  Christ  for  safety  flee. 

Cast  all  your  life  on  God's  great  love; 

He  bore  you  on  the  cross, 
That  we  may  dwell  with  Him  above; 

And  shall  He  suffer  loss? 


Ci>e  Clock  on  tfte 

Our  clock  on  the  mantel 
Is  constantly  clicking; 
Something  has  gone  wrong 
When  it  ceases  that  ticking. 


The  wheels  move  round  and  round 
Forced  by  a  strong  main  spring; 
One  hand  shows  minutes 
And  the  other  hours  bring. 

One  hand  moves  round  each  hour, 
The  other  twice  each  day; 
Ticking  has  power 
To  hasten  time  upon  its  way. 

Some  clocks  show  oil  their  face 
The  weeks,  the  months,  the  years; 
Our  time  in  passing 
Leaves  in  heart  both  joys  and  tears; 


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Let's  mark  our  time  with  love, 
Kind  words  each  day  to  give 
To  those  now  longing; 
God  so  helping  us  to  live. 

God  too,  He  marks  each  time 
We  speak  those  words  of  love; 
Each  one  is  listed 
In  that  book  He  keeps  above. 


,  a  Sgjom'ns  Cotoer 

We  are  such  a  strangely  moving  tower 

In  height  of  feet  near  six; 
With  brain  of  wonder  working  power; 

Great  things  on  earth  to  fix. 

Strong  steel  rails  made  fast  to  well  laid  ties 
Bind  hill  and  vale  and  stream; 

Over  these  long  trains  in  safety  flies 
Forced  on  by  strength  of  steam. 

Over  these  the  merchant  brings  his  store 

Of  books  and  food  or  dress; 
Full  enough  for  everyone  and  more; 

May  all  this  bounty  bless. 

Journeys,  we  in  joy  or  sorrow  take 
For  sickness,  business,  fun: 
Distance  full  four  hundred  miles  we  make 
Between  the  hours  of  sun. 


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Electric  wires  with  great  speed  bring  words 
From  homes  both  far  and  near; 

Wings  that  have  more  speed  than  flight  of  birds 
Speak  voices  plain  and  clear. 

Buildings  here  three  hundred  feet  in  sky, 
Wood,  steel,  and  stone  and  glass: 

Joined  firmly  in  that  steel  structure  high; 
A  building  called  first  class. 

Quickly  step  into  the  cage  at  door, 

It  has  not  long  to  stay; 
It  now  speeds  you  to  your  office  floor, 

Three  seconds  on  your  way. 

Autos'  wheels  from  steel  and  rubber  made, 

No  horses  these  to  pull. 
Upon  the  plain,  on  mountain  grade 

We  meet  these  autos  full. 

Easy  now  on  cushioned  seats  we  ride; 

Those  mile  posts  surely  play, 
So  swiftly  by,  they  now  seem  to  glide; 

Two  hundred  in  a  day. 

Autos  strong,  with  freight  all  loaded  high 

For  stores  along  the  way; 
Autos,  that  with  you  now  seem  to  fly, 

All  these  we  see  today. 


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Marvels  all,  the  many  things  we  make, 

All  these  for  good  or  ill, 
Buildings  to  house  all,  these  samples  take 

Volumes  their  records  fill. 


To  live  within  this  darkest  night 

Is,  oh,  so  hard  a  thing; 
To  walk  by  staff  and  not  by  sight 

Is  in  itself  a  sting. 

It  came  to  me  when  years  of  light 
Had  brightened  every  day; 

They  came  to  me  these  years  of  night 
Oh!  Will  they  always  stay? 

These  curtains  drawn  upon  my  day 
Have  made  this  ceaseless  night; 

Deep  darkness  covers  all  my  way 
Dispelling  nature's  light. 

Within  my  home  are  those  most  dear, 
Family  and  friends  I  love; 

Their  voices  all  I  daily  hear; 
I  hear  them  round  me  move. 

When  hand  in  hand  our  fingers  cross 
With  cheek  and  kiss  to  part, 

Tis  then  I  feel  my  keenest  loss; 
Grief  dries  the  tear  at  start. 


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Suppose  a  loved  one  gone  away, 
For  more  than  one  long  year, 

Had  now  with  you  one  hour  to  stay; 
That  one  you  loved  so  dear. 

The  hours  to  meet  is  darkest  night, 

No  form  or  face  to  see; 
Such  is  my  lot  bereft  of  sight, 

How  sad  a  thing  for  me. 


OEDen'0  <Sac Den  mtD  tfje  Jfall 

In  Eden's  garden  first  the  place 
Where  Eve  and  Adam  dwelt; 

While  there  God  met  them  face  to  face; 
They  His  great  presence  felt. 

No  sin  as  yet  had  entered  there, 

No  thoughts  of  guilty  fear; 
No  anger  with  each  other  share, 

No  sadness  and  no  tear. 

Among  them  all  one  thought  of  love 
Was  shared  by  bird  or  beast; 

The  lion,  leopard,  and  the  dove 
Shared  each  their  richest  feast. 

Among  them  all  there  freely  dwelt 

The  man  and  woman  fair; 
God's  love  they  all  so  clearly  felt, 

There  was  no  thought  of  care. 


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God  made  the  Eden  upon  our  earth 

Where  He  delights  to  walk; 
To  all  He  gives  a  happy  hirth, 

With  Him  they  freely  talk. 

They  love  to  do  His  righteous  will; 

The  act  brings  sweetest  joy; 
By  this  their  hearts  with  pleasure  thrill; 

There  was  no  dark  alloy. 

They  rest  beneath  the  spreading  tree, 

So  full  of  richest  bloom; 
Among  them  all  no  danger  see, 

For  all  there  is  love  and  room. 

No  chilling  clouds  above  them  fly 

To  mar  their  sleep  or  fun; 
The  moon  and  stars  bedeck  the  sky; 

The  day  has  golden  sun. 

Among  the  hosts  of  God  in  Heaven, 

An  angel  fair  and  bright, 
Had  in  his  heart  ambitions  leaven, 

That  made  him  think  it  right. 

To  share  with  God  the  rule  each  day, 
To  share  with  Him  the  throne; 

This  thought  with  him  had  come  to  stay; 
This  made  in  Heaven  the  groan. 


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One  third  of  all  that  heavenly  host 

At  his  foul  bidding  came; 
These  now  are  numbered  with  the  lost; 

They  bear  that  angel's  shame. 

They  fought  with  Heaven,  that  rebel  host; 

Each  was  from  there  cast  out; 
And  now  in  regions  damned  are  lost; 

With  pain  their  only  shout. 

Now  Satan  as  through  space  did  roam, 

Espied  this  garden  fair; 
He  saw  within  this  happy  home 

That  loving  human  pair. 

Then  Eve,  with  brazen  face  he  sought, 

To  disobey  God's  will; 
Then  she  to  Adam  gave  the  thought, 

Then  both  there  ate  their  fill. 

And  now  from  God  they  hid  with  shame 

While  He  for  them  did  call; 
They  feared  to  answer  to  their  name, 

They  felt  within  the  fall. 

But  God  so  loved  the  human  race, 

He  could  not  see  them  lost; 
There  banished  from  the  heavenly  place, 

To  dwell  with  Satan's  host. 


And  now  from  Eden  they  must  part, 

All  life  shall  feel  their  sin; 
Decay  and  death  must  pierce  the  heart, 

And  evil  enter  in. 

So  He  redeemed  them  from  the  fall 

By  Christ,  His  Son  of  love; 
He  pardons  those  who  on  Him  call, 

They  share  His  home  above. 

Since  man  and  woman  caused  the  fall, 
Their  sin  must  bear  God's  hate; 

Since  death  through  them  has  entered  all, 
Their  suffering  must  be  great. 

With  His  great  heart  He  loves  us  still; 

To  live  with  Him  in  Heaven; 
He  has  a  place  for  us  to  fill, 

Love  kills  ambition's  leaven. 


^Fountains  of 


To  sing,  is  fountain's  overflow 
Of  thought  that  dwells  within; 

The  heart  these  passions  feel  or  know 
Of  righteousness  or  sin. 

When  heart  of  fountain's  clean  and  right 

The  song  will  then  accord; 
The  singing  will  be  full  of  light 

In  thought  or  deed  or  word. 


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When  fountain's  full  of  thoughts  that  stain 

That  overflow  of  thine 
Will  bring  that  filth  of  ragtime  strain; 

Heart's  fount  will  keep  in  line. 

When  fountain's  full  of  fondest  love 

The  song  will  be  the  same; 
You  hear  in  it  the  cooing  dove; 

You  feel  that  magic  flame. 

If  fountain's  filled  with  things  of  past 

The  song  may  be  of  home; 
Or  it  may  come  in  wider  blast 

Where  thou  delights  to  roam. 

If  fountain's  full  of  God's  dear  grace 

It's  overflow  will  show 
The  presence  of  his  smiling  face 

That  makes  your  song  to  glow. 

God  help  me  keep  my  fountain  right; 

My  song  to  others  show; 
My  thought  point  upward  to  the  light, 

No  other  thoughts  to  know. 


Cftel£>omeof 


O  what  shall  I  say  of  that  city  up  there, 
Whose  streets  are  all  paved  with  the  richest  of  gold? 
A  city  whose  length,  breadth  and  height  four  square, 
Whose  light  is  the  light  of  our  Savior  we're  told. 

The  people  are  robed  in  their  garments  of  white; 
The  texture  is  finer  than  silk,  many  fold; 
They  glisten  with  brightness,  that  Savior's  dear  light, 
Whose  light  will  shine  on  when  eternity's  old. 

They  play  on  their  harps  and  they  march  as  they  sing; 
Their  anthems  repeated  again  and  again; 
Their  story  speaks  of  Jesus  their  Savior  and  King; 
All  hear  in  their  anthem  that  sweetest  refrain. 

Now  they  pass  in  review  their  King  on  His  throne; 
They  cast  their  bright  crowns  at  the  dear  Savior's 

feet; 

He  smiles  as  He  speaks  in  the  gentlest  of  tone, 
While  their  thoughts,  words   and  eyes  in  harmony 

meet. 

A  smile  on  those  faces,  their  steps  are  all  light, 
No  halting  of  limbs  and  no  shortening  of  breath, 
No  sickness,  no  sorrow,  no  failing  of  sight, 
No  falling,  no  fainting,  or  stricken  with  death. 

They  breathe  sweetest  balm  from  those  trees  in  full 

bloom 

That  grow  on  the  banks  of  life's  river  so  fair; 
That  sky  up  above  them  has  never  a  gloom, 
The  sweetest  and  purest  and  richest  of  air. 


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O  Heaven,  dear  Heaven,  the  home  of  the  blest; 
Each  mansion  is  full  where  bright  pleasures  abound, 
The  home  of  contentment  with  Jesus  as  Guest; 
A  home  for  this  soul  with  my  Savior  is  found. 


a  Christian  J£>ome 

Father  and  Mother  dear! 

The  most  revered  names  of  the  home; 
Their  loved  accents  I  hear; 

Floating  down  through  the  years  they  come. 

Like  sweet  odors  they  bring 

Memories  of  flowers  that  bloom; 

Our  thoughts  around  them  cling; 
Unyielding  to  others  their  room. 

What  name  can  fill  the  place 

Of  mother  so  loving  and  mild, 
That  sweet  and  earnest  face 

Pressed  against  the  face  of  her  child. 

Now  see  them  in  the  hall, 

The  mother  and  child  as  they  play; 
She  warns  it  not  to  fall 

As  it  laughingly  runs  away. 

Mother  again  we  see 

With  children  all  gathered  around, 
The  Bible  on  her  knee, 

Her  voice  has  the  sweetest  of  sound. 


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She  reads  the  story  old 

How  Jesus  came  this  world  to  save; 
A  truth  worth  more  than  gold; 

For  us  that  precious  life  He  gave. 

And  now  in  prayer  they  kneel, 

Around  her  chair  they  bow  each  head, 

They  there  God's  presence  feel, 
They  rise  and  kiss,  then  go  to  bed. 

And  now  as  there  they  sleep, 

That  mother's  form  is  seen  above; 

She  prays  that  He  will  keep 

These  dear  sweet  forms,  her  ardent  love. 

In  morning  hour,  they  hear 

That  mother's  voice  they  quickly  heed. 
Their  love  for  mother  dear 

They  show  in  thought  and  word  and  deed. 

She  now  presides  at  board, 

Her  hands  prepared  this  frugal  spread; 
The  father  thanks  their  Lord 

For  her,  the  children  and  the  bread. 


2Dur  Darling  Q^otfiet,  (3, 


Our  darling  mother,  U.  S.  A., 

Upon  this  bed  of  earth, 
Seven  long  years  in  trouble  lay 

To  give  this  nation  birth. 

Washington's  troops  stood  guard  alway, 

Joy  came  at  break  of  morn, 
For  on  that  Independence  Day 

Our  Liberty  was  born. 

Those  guards  then  raised  their  hands  on  high 

And  pledged  themselves  anew, 
With  her  to  live,  for  her  to  die, 

Those  men  were  brave  and  true. 

And  now  we  are  this  present  year, 

A  nation  strongly  grown, 
While  in  the  countries  far  and  near 

Our  Liberty  is  known. 

Eight  times  ten  million  hands  on  high, 

Now  pledge  themselves  anew 
With  her  to  live,  for  her  to  die, 

Our  arms  are  strong  and  true. 

While  millions  bless  our  Mother  fair, 

This  honored  U.  S.  A., 
For  her  our  anthems  fill  the  air 

Around  the  world  today. 


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Though  generations  now  have  gone 

Since  our  first  natal  day, 
Old  Glory  still  is  waving  on 

O'er  Liberty's  bright  way. 

Then  while  we  pledge  each  heart  and  hand 

To  our  loved  U.  S.  A., 
To  Mother,  Home  and  Native  Land, 

God  smiles  on  us  today. 


Cfie  Cleansing  jFite 

,* ..  • 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  with  cleansing  fire, 

And  burn  our  dross  of  sin; 
Dissolve  with  heat  our  base  desire 

And  make  us  clean  within. 

Cleanse  Thou  each  part  where  Satan  dwelt 

With  his  vile  presence  dark; 
Let  Thy  dear  presence  there  be  felt; 

Build  flame  from  holy  spark. 

Dispel  the  gloom  of  sin  and  death, 

These  harbingers  of  woe. 
Breathe  on  us  now,  Thy  precious  breath 

And  let  it  through  us  flow. 

We  need  this  flame  in  every  one 

To  keep  out  sin's  dark  blast; 
Until  life's  work  below  is  done, 

And  sin  and  death  is  past. 


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Our  Lord  and  Savior  dwells  in  flame 
They  tell  it  what  to  burn. 

To  these  poor  hearts  of  sin  it  came 
Us  from  all  sin  to  turn. 

O,  may  this  flaming  pillar  rest 

On  us,  Thy  temples  here ; 
And  may  each  heart  in  every  breast, 

Desire  to  keep  it  near. 


Cftc 


Thou  gem  far  more  than  mother  earth 

Has  ever  garnered  here; 
It  came  with  Jesus  at  His  birth 

And  shines  so  full  and  clear. 

It  got  its  brightness  up  in  heaven 

As  Jesus  came  away; 
By  Father,  to  the  Son  'twas  given 

To  make  our  perfect  day. 

Now  it  shines  within  our  darkest  night 

While  in  the  world  below; 
Here  it  makes  our  way  both  clear  and  bright 

It  gives  a  radiant  glow. 

It  now  is  shining  in  every  heart 

And  takes  its  weight  of  woe; 
Now  taking  it  all,  in  every  part, 

No  matter  where  we  go. 


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It  shines  within  us  a  glow  of  love; 

It  shines  on  every  one; 
And  it  points  the  way  to  heaven  above 

When  work  on  earth  is  done. 

Bright  shining  within  this  gem  of  light 
Before  the  throne  of  heaven; 

You  will  hear  it  in  that  presence  bright, 
My  name  by  Jesus  given. 

Christ  then  gave  His  life  to  have  me  there 

To  answer  to  that  name; 
That  I  might  with  Him,  His  glory  share 

That  Heaven  from  which  He  came. 


Cfmnfesgtofng 

The  President  of  these  United  States  has  appointed 
this  day  as  one  of  national  thanksgiving,  during  the 
year,  but  our  Heavenly  Father  has  appointed  every 
day  of  the  year  as  the  Christian's  National  Thanks 
giving.  Among  the  many  things  we  as  Christians 
thank  God  for,  the  following  verses  speak  of  but  a 
small  number. 

We  thank  God  for  the  sun  of  day 

That  gives  us  heat  and  light; 
We  thank  Him  for  the  milder  ray, 

Those  moonbeams  of  the  night. 


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We  thank  Him  for  the  vaulted  sky 

Where  stars  their  vigils  keep, 
We  thank  Him  for  the  clouds  that  fly 

And  joyful  raindrops'  weep. 

We  thank  Him  for  the  flowers  that  bloom; 

Their  perfume  fills  the  air; 
We  thank  Him  that  this  earth's  their  room, 

This  world  they  make  so  fair. 

. 
We  thank  Him  for  the  tree  and  vine 

With  luscious  fruits  for  all; 
We  thank  Him  for  their  flavor  fine 

From  winter  through  the  fall. 

We  thank  Him  for  the  power  of  mind 

That  makes  us  first  on  earth; 
All  life  on  earth  with  it  we  bind; 

God  gives  no  higher  birth. 

We  thank  Him  that  He  joins  with  mind 

His  revelations  given; 
They  help  us  in  this  home  to  find 

A  purer  home  in  heaven. 

I  thank  Him  that  I  let  Him  in 

No  more  from  me  to  part; 
He  cleansed  me  from  my  every  sin 

And  sanctified  my  heart. 


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Cfie  Capture 

Oh  what  has  awakened  these  pulse  beats  of  love, 

That  fills  the  redeemed  ones  today, 
And  flows  to  our  hearts  from  the  regions  above! 

Each  eye  is  now  looking  that  way. 

Our  sky  now  lights  up  with  a  glory  untold, 

While  sounds  of  rejoicing  we  hear; 
The  joy  in  our  hearts  is  increased  many  fold; 

From  heralds  these  words  now  sound  clear. 

Oh  Bride,  are  you  ready?  Your  Bridegroom  draws 
near; 

Yes,  hasten,  He's  coming  today; 
I'm  robed  and  I'm  waiting  to  welcome  my  dear 

And  in  His  loved  presence  to  stay. 

My  home  He  has  chosen  with  streets  paved  with  gold 

In  city  prepared  for  the  blest, 
Where  smiles  are  on  faces  that  never  grow  old, 

His  presence  is  sweetest  of  rest. 

Chorus: 

The  bridegroom  is  coming,  his  trumpet  is  sounding, 
And  the  bride  is  now  ready,  to  wed  him  today. 


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CfnlDren 

Each  child  brings  light  and  sunshine 

Around  the  parent's  knee; 
They  are  the  sweetest  blossoms 

Upon  our  family  tree. 

• 
They  fill  to  fullest  measure 

Our  hearts  with  hope  and  joy; 
They  are  among  our  treasures, 

Pure  gems  without  alloy. 

''.'••    '•'• '  -."".  -'...'. 

Some  come  and  dwell  among  us 

To  fill  our  hearts  with  love, 
And  then  pass  on  before  us, 

To  dwell  in  Heaven  above. 

There  we  can  see  them  watching 

Upon  that  Golden  Shore, 
While  waiting  for  our  landing, 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 

Oh  parents,  are  you  trusting 

Upon  life's  rolling  wave, 
The  Holy  Spirit's  guidance 

And  Christ  enthroned  to  save? 

. 

Then  you  shall  have  the  blossom 

Again  upon  your  breast, 
Where  hearts  with  love  are  blended, 

Creating  perfect  rest. 


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in 


The  sun  in  coming  brings  the  light 
But  in  departing  brings  the  night. 

Tomorrow  brings  our  own  today 
But  yester-night  steals  them  away. 

Young  men  step  quickly  on  life's  stage 
But  slow,  and  bending,  leave  with  age. 

Hope  looks  ahead  from  its  tomorrow 
But  yesterday  is  full  of  sorrow. 

Joy  comes  and  brings  his  wish  today 
But  sorrow  sends  it  on  its  way. 

Wealth  helps  us  earthly  pleasures  choose 
With  poverty  these  joys  we  lose. 

If  cloud  sends  rain  to  turn  the  mill 
That  rain  in  fog  must  climb  the  hill. 

This  life  shall  end  in  peace  above 
If  in  this  life  we  have  God's  love. 


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Cferfttma* 


The  Christmas  day  has  come  once  more, 
Of  all  our  days,  the  peer, 

And  as  it  opens  now  this  day 
It  brings  with  it  good  cheer. 

Our  happy  children  laugh  and  play 
With  toys  that  Santa's  given; 

This  sure  to  them  is  one  sweet  day 
Transplanted  here  from  heaven. 

Our  girls  their  faces  all  aglow 

With  joy  that  fills  the  heart, 
Come  with  their  presents  you  to  show, 

Their  doll  must  have  first  part. 

Its  sleeping  eyes  with  hair  above 

Its  sweetly  smiling  face, 
That  fills  the  ardent  girl  with  love; 

That  doll  has  every  grace. 

Here  mother's  love  in  child  is  shown 

Developing  each  year, 
This  child  to  woman  now  is  grown; 

That  love  shines  bright  and  clear. 

A  mother's  arms  with  love  entwine 
Greater  gift  than  Santa's  given; 

She  says,  "Come  see  this  child  of  mine," 
God's  gift  to  me  from  heaven. 


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With  drum,  with  engine  and  with  train 

Joy  fills  the  boyish  heart; 
From  child  to  manly  brawn  and  brain, 

Gives  strength  for  man's  great  part. 

Rich  laurels  on  this  earth  to  win, 

May  we  these  laurels  grow 
From  seed  that  childhood's  sown  within; 

Man's  richer  fruitage  show. 

But  Christmas  brought  a  greater  joy 

To  every  one  of  earth; 
A  gift  from  God  without  alloy; 

It  was  our  Savior's  birth. 

Angels  as  heralds  with  Him  came 
To  Bethlehem's  town  that  day; 

The  shepherds  heard  that  sweetest  name, 
From  angels  on  their  way. 

This  gift  from  God's  great  love  is  given, 

Our  hearts  to  dwell  within; 
Then  go  with  us  from  earth  to  heaven; 

He  saves  us  from  all  sin. 


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Cfte  Sun  of  !Rt0j)teou0ne00 


The  sun  of  righteousness  shines  bright, 

Encircling  earth  today; 
Diffusing  peace  and  joy  and  light, 

Within  this  house  of  clay. 

It  warms  the  soul  within  the  heart 
From  God's  dear  flame  to  grow; 

It  waters  every  tiny  part, 
The  buds  begin  to  show. 

Bright  blossoms  now  from  buds  we  see 

Colored  from  heaven  above; 
They  cover  every  branch  of  tree, 

The  sunlight  of  God's  love. 

These  blossoms  too  must  fall  and  fade, 
That  fruit  on  branch  may  show; 

That  trees  like  these  our  God  has  made, 
In  multitudes  to  grow. 

And  when  each  tree  has  filled  its  part 
With  fruitage  God  has  given, 

He  will  transplant  them  with  each  heart, 
To  bloom  again  in  heaven. 


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<2»oD  in  tfte  J^uman  l£>eart 

God's  presence  in  the  human  heart 
Brings  sweetest  joy  within; 

It  cleanses  us  in  every  part 
And  drives  out  every  sin. 

Our  Savior  with  His  scourge  of  cords 
Cleansed  Jewish  temple  there; 

And  us  with  equal  scourge  of  words 
Our  hearts  He  does  not  spare. 

Our  hearts,  a  den  of  temple  thieves 

As  to  that  temple  came; 
He  drives  them  out  and  then  he  leaves 

Ahove  the  door  his  name. 

Hallelujah!  to  His  great  power 

To  drive  our  sins  away; 
Refreshing  more  than  summer  shower 

Upon  a  heated  day. 


The  winter  comes  with  his  blanket  of  snow; 

He  spreads  over  this  frozen  earth; 
Plant  life  thus  covered  refuses  to  grow 

Until  spring  shall  renew  its  birth. 

The  birds  in  large  flocks  have  sped  on  the  wing 

Far  away  from  the  steel  grey  sky; 
To  stay  away  till  the  call  of  the  spring 

Shall  hear  again  their  welcome  cry. 


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Jack  Frost  with  diamonds  all  glittering  bright 
When  kissed  by  the  winter  sun's  ray; 

The  sleigh  riders'  joy,  those  sparkles  of  light, 
As  through  them  they  dash  on  their  way. 

The  sky  train  loaded  with  crystals  of  snow, 

Now  pass  on  its  journey  this  way; 
The  wind  his  breath  on  that  train  he  doth  blow, 

To  scatter  those  crystals  in  play. 

They  whirl  and  glide  from  that  train  through  the  air 

They  cover  all  nature  so  deep, 
Till  spring,  with  its  breath  so  warm  and  so  fair, 

Shall  waken  this  nature  from  sleep. 

Each  season  of  year  whichever  thou  art — 

An  angel  their  records  shall  keep; 
Some  one  of  earth,  when  time  shall  come  to  part, 

Shall  tears  for  thee,  at  parting  weep. 

Winter,  though  hiding  the  flowers  from  view, 

He  etches  plant  forms  on  the  glass. 
Spring  shall  again  her  bright  colors  renew; 

Jack's  colors,  on  flowers,  shall  mass. 


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Oh,  why  the  throngs  that  press  around 
This  man  of  loving  face  and  frame? 

Palm  leaves  before  Him  strew  the  ground 
While  loud  they  shout  a  Savior's  name. 

First  He  a  child,  in  manger  lay, 

A  child  that  came  from  heaven  above; 

He  came  our  sinful  debts  to  pay; 

That  gave  this  child  His  name  of  love. 

The  Magi  from  the  farthest  East, 

Came  with  their  gifts  both  rich  and  rare; 

They  came  with  joy  as  to  a  feast; 

This  child  as  host  to  meet  them  there. 

This  child  in  temple  next  is  found; 

He  answers  questions  on  the  law; 
Those  Doctors  find  them  true  and  sound; 

Among  them  all  there  is  no  flaw. 

Then  next,  though  guest,  at  wedding  fine 
He  all  those  pots  with  water  filled, 

Then  from  them  drew  the  rarest  wine, 
For  Christ  our  Savior  thus  had  willed. 

Then  thousands  to  a  mountain  came 
To  hear  the  Savior's  words  so  rare; 

On  sea  and  land  He's  just  the  same; 
To  all  He  shows  a  loving  care. 


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Five  loaves  with  three  small  fishes  feed 

Six  thousand  on  that  banquet  day; 
With  these  Christ  satisfies  their  need. 

With  naught  but  gratitude  they  pay. 

. 

On  Galilee  is  seen  His  form 

By  anxious  ones  on  ship  that  night; 

He  speaks  the  word  that  stills  the  storm 
And  filled  those  anxious  hearts  with  light. 

His  power  in  temple  now  we  see 

With  scourge  of  cords  and  eyes  aflame; 

Those  money  changers  from  Him  flee, 
They  tremble  at  His  righteous  name. 

He  speaks,  and  lo,  the  deaf  can  hear, 
The  lame  can  walk,  the  blind  can  see, 

In  darkness  feel  His  presence  dear, 
He  gives  His  life  for  you  and  me. 

He  brings  Lazarus  from  the  grave, 
Restored  to  friends  and  sisters  dear; 

His  voice  has  power  from  death  to  save 
And  all,  though  dead,  His  voice  shall  hear. 

He  goes  with  death,  that  dreaded  foe, 

But  grave  lacks  strength  to  keep  Him  there ; 

He  breaks  death's  bars,  they  let  Him  go; 
We  all  with  Him  that  strength  shall  share. 


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Crf&ute  to  Sr*  anO  9@r&  <&•€»  Cfiomas 


Tribute  from  Mr.  L.  Santee  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  E.  C. 
Thomas  in  this  their  hour  of  bereavement,  also  in 
memory  of  Cecil  Santee,  our  only  son. 

Our  boy,  our  blossom,  God's  own  flower; 

We  all  had  learned  to  love; 
Our  Father  wants  him  in  His  bower 

Within  His  home  above. 

He's  now  within  that  heavenly  place; 

This  earth  he  shall  not  roam; 
He's  gone  to  see  the  Savior's  face 

And  there  shall  be  his  home. 

He  wants  us  too.   These  hearts  that  rove 

He  binds  with  silken  cord, 
That  we  may  see  His  face  of  love 

Our  Savior,  Father,  Lord. 

God  knows  for  all  the  very  best 

What  He  for  us  should  do; 
He's  gone  to  dwell  among  the  blest; 

He's  waiting  there  for  you. 


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C6e  Counttp 


The  country  girl  with  shoulders  square, 

A  bright  and  smiling  face, 
No  paint,  nor  powder,  needed  there, 

Yet  full  of  woman's  grace. 

She  sings  at  work  from  morn  till  night, 

A  happy  girl  you  see, 
She  rises  with  the  morning  light, 

With  birds  and  honey-bee. 

She  cooks  the  meal  and  bakes  the  bread, 
She  cleans  with  mop  and  broom, 

On  cot  and  bed  the  covers  spread, 
In  every  sleeping  room. 

From  garden  grand  and  berry  patch, 

She  gathers  crimson  store; 
Her  cheeks  and  lips  and  berries  match, 

We  always  ask  for  more. 

As  royal  queen  her  house  and  home, 
With  friends  and  neighbors  share; 

She  smiles  to  see  her  lover  come; 
They  are  a  handsome  pair. 

We  know  their  troth  by  sparkling  ring, 

Upon  her  finger  there; 
That  soon  the  wedding  bells  shall  bring, 

One  life  for  them  to  share. 


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C&e  Counttp 


His  pants  rolled  up,  the  country  boy, 
His  feet  both  bare  and  brown, 

He  breathes  pure  air,  a  greater  joy, 
Than  those  who  live  in  town. 

He  knows  each  flower  and  blossom  rare, 
Their  perfume  on  the  breeze; 

He  worships  God  who  placed  them  there 
On  stem  and  branch  of  trees. 


He  knows  the  birds,  their  eggs  and  nest, 

Their  color,  form,  and  food; 
What  kind  of  food  they  like  the  best, 

And  when  the  time  to  brood. 

Squirrels  with  streets  on  branch  of  trees, 
He  knows  their  holes  and  haunts, 

Their  richest  store  of  nuts  he  sees, 
Their  food  for  daily  wants. 

They  chatter,  talk  and  scold  him  there, 

When  in  their  leafy  bower, 
Their  children,  too,  they  watch  with  care, 

They  know  his  might  and  power. 

With  gun  and  dog  he  tracks  to  lair, 

The  fox,  the  deer,  the  coon, 
He  knows  the  time  to  find  the  pair, 

At  morning,  night  or  noon. 


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On  Sunday  in  his  parent's  pew 

He  rev'rent  bows  the  knee, 
He  reads  the  scriptures,  old  and  new, 

And  friends  and  neighbors  see. 

Now  with  firm  hand  he  plows  the  field 

For  corn  or  waving  grain, 
He  knows  the  soil  where  best  it  yield 

In  sunshine,  air,  and  rain. 

In  leisure  hours  he  fills  with  thought 

The  storehouse  of  the  head; 
He  knows  that  it  cannot  be  bought, 

Yet  with  it,  all  are  led. 

And  when  the  call  for  brains  that  tower 
For  judge,  or  church,  or  state, 

You  find  this  boy,  now  man  with  power, 
To  enter  choicest  gate. 


Cfte 


This  peaceful,  blessed,  Sabbath  day, 
To  those  of  Holy  thought; 

In  church  we  listen,  sing  and  pray; 
These  hours  cannot  be  bought. 

They  come  to  us  from  heaven  above, 
God  freely  sends  them  here, 

That  we  may  have  a  Savior's  love, 
And  always  feel  Him  near. 


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We  read  within  God's  holy  hook, 
How  Christ  from  heaven  came, 

And  how  our  sins  He  freely  took, 
And  suffered  for  our  shame. 


That  we  escape  from  Adam's  fall, 

Repentance  God  has  given, 
That  you  and  I  both  one  and  all, 

May  dwell  with  Him  in  heaven. 

A  peaceful  day,  Oh  happy  hour, 

God  sent  this  day  of  rest, 
That  we  might  learn  redemption's  power, 

And  be  with  wisdom  blest. 


Directs 


Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  my  way 

In  poetry  and  prose; 
He  tells  me  when  and  what  to  say, 

He  shows  me  which  to  choose. 

I  asked  from  Him  at  very  start, 

Though  blind,  some  work  to  share; 

He  placed  this  work  upon  my  heart, 
He  made  this  book  my  care. 


Our  God  who  gives  us  light  by  day 
Will  leave  us  not  in  night. 

For  He  that  guides  us  on  our  way, 
Will  bring  again  the  light. 


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God  knows  just  how  our  work  shall  end 

Before  He  lets  us  build; 
He  knows  just  when  and  what  to  send, 

He  shows  us  how  to  gild. 

Then  with  it  all  He  sends  us  light 

To  shine  upon  each  day; 
He  shows  to  us  each  vision  bright; 

God  knows  the  perfect  day. 


Criiwte  Jftom  J£>er  parents  to 

Dunne  (Upon  l£>er  Ogirt&Oap,  1916 

Blessings  she  brought  us  when  she  came, 

A  child  of  loving  face; 
We  chose  for  her  a  queenly  name, 

That  name  is  Edna  Grace. 

She  is  the  first  of  seven  pearls; 

True  wealth  for  man  and  wife. 
One  boy  alone,  and  six  dear  girls 

That  came  to  bless  our  life. 

Two  pearls  with  us  have  ceased  to  shine 

Among  those  seven  now, 
God,  Thou  hast  chosen  them  for  Thine, 

To  shine  upon  Thy  brow. 

She  gave  her  life  to  one  of  worth ; 

They  are  our  hope  and  stay, 
These   two   through   sweet   affection's  birth, 

Are  with  us  here  today. 


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Their  life  was  not  from  us  to  roam 
To  seek  the  fount  of  love, 

They  found  it  in  our  humble  home; 
God  sent  it  from  above. 

May  we  their  presence  ever  feel 
While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 

'Till  God  transfers  our  love  and  zeal 
To  His  eternal  day. 


Jl3eto  gear  Ke0olution0 

Now  memory  hangs  upon  this  day; 

The  first  great  day  of  all  the  years 
Those  many  vows  we  failed  to  pay, 

That  should  have  dried  our  unshed  tears. 

We  learned  the  way  that  we  should  guide 
Life's  boat  on  ocean's  broad  domain; 

We  learned  where  we  should  safely  ride, 
And  when  our  hands  and  oars  refrain. 

But  passion  whispered  in  our  ears, 
"Why  linger  here  those  debts  to  pay? 

The  storm  clouds  that  create  your  fears 
Are  many,  many  hours  away." 

Though  danger  broods  these  rolling  waves 
Where  lightnings  flash  and  thunders  roar, 

Why  need  you  fear  those  watery  graves 
So  far  from  danger's  open  door?" 


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While  passion's  hand  each  holds  as  mine, 
Our  fleeting  hours  have  quickly  sped. 

That  cloud  envelops  me  and  thine, 
Our  pleasures  have  forever  fled. 

When  resolutions  are  too  weak 
For  us  these  passions  to  withstand, 

God's  power  alone  we  then  should  seek 
To  save  us  from  fair  passion's  hand. 

God's  hand  will  guide  us  day  by  day, 
Each  rolling  wave  to  safely  cross; 

For,  with  His  guidance  on  our  way, 
He  will  not  let  us  suffer  loss. 


2Dur  Countrp'0  plea  for  JLigfit 

Oh!  Wilson,  now  to  you,  we  pray, 
Dispel  this  darkness  from  our  way: 

Why  legislate  for  "The  Big  Four." 
A  shorter  day  with  wages  more? 

Why  make  for  them  an  Eight-hour  Day, 
And  then  command  a  Ten-Hour  Pay? 

While  others  work  ten  hours  or  more, 

All  through  our  land  from  shore  to  shore. 

Should  laws  be  made  for  part,  not  all; 
Do  thus  you  stand,  or  with  them  fall? 

Then  why  these  Four,  and  Eight-Hour  day: 
And  still  command  a  Ten-Hour  Pay? 


7] 


Kepu&Hcatt  Democrat? 

Democracy  engraved  its  name 

Upon  the  nations  wide; 
Across  the  scroll  of  honored  fame, 

Upon  life's  onward  tide. 

This  name  has  come  to  dwell  on  earth, 

From  out  a  clouded  sky; 
Sweet  Liberty,  that  gave  it  birth, 

Now  leads  to  realms  on  High. 

Monarchs  had  ruled  these  nations  long; 

Their  scepter,  self-desire, 
Had  kindled  flames  of  lust  and  wrong, 

These  flames  of  brimstone  fire. 

They  kindled  here  the  monarch's  strife 

For  lust  and  self-renown; 
They  sapped  great  nations'  strength  and  life, 

To  wear  a  monarch's  crown. 

To  commerce,  wealth,  and  labor,  came 
These  flames  for  greed  and  lust; 

The  hardened  conscience  feels  no  shame; 
We  know  not  whom  to  trust. 

Democracy  has  come  to  reign, 

Its  scepter  shining  bright, 
To  purge  from  earth  the  monarch's  stain, 

With  beams  of  purer  light. 


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This  light  creates  Hope,  Faith,  and  Love, 

From  Holy  City  bright; 
It  comes  from  Christ,  who  dwells  above; 

He  is  the  purest  light. 


Cribute  to  90t*  a*  3!*  ©regg 


Written  in  memory  of  Mr.  A.  J.  Gregg  who  died  in 
his  eighty-fourth  year. 

Again  that  messenger  has  come 

With  his  relentless  power. 
We  see  his  hand  upon  the  fruit 

The  blossom  and  the  flower. 

We  feel  the  loss  when  called  to  part 

From  those  we  love  so  dear; 
We  feel  that  hand  now  cold  and  still; 

We  shed  the  silent  tear. 

But  God  knows  what  is  just  the  best 

For  him  and  you  and  me. 
God  grant  that  we  who  linger  here 

His  love  in  all  may  see. 

Nature  again  receives  this  clay: 

She  claimed  this  right  at  birth, 
Till  Christ  His  bride  shall  come  to  call 

From  out  these  graves  of  earth. 

The  spirit  then  shall  join  this  clay 

To  dwell  in  mansions  bright, 
Within  that  kingdom  of  the  blest, 

Where  Christ  shall  be  the  light. 


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jfasting 


0 !  may  we  learn  to  fast  as  well 
As  feast  while  here  on  earth, 

For  fasting  never  fails  to  tell 
Of  souls  of  priceless  worth. 

Our  Savior  taught  this  while  here  he 
Dwelt  in  these  realms  below; 

The  spirit  will  then  feel  more  clear 
His  grace  to  overflow. 

Our  pampered  bodies  slothful  lie 

When  it  is  overfed; 
Our  spirits  coming  from  the  sky, 

With  it  can  scarcely  wed. 

Then  let  us  turn  from  passions  here 

To  things  of  greater  state. 
The  spirit  will  then  feel  more  clear 

These  bodies  here  to  mate. 


Cfte  Eing'0  Dream  and  Daniel's 

The  wisdom  God  gave 
To  Daniel  of  old, 
Was  richer  by  far 
Than  silver  or  gold. 

None  could  interpret 
The  dream  of  the  king, 
But  Daniel  gave  both 
The  meaning  and  thing. 


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An  image  he  saw 
In  vision  that  day, 
With  head  of  fine  gold, 
The  toes  made  of  clay. 

The  arms  were  silver, 

The  body  of  brass, 

With  legs  of  iron 

Whose  strength  seemed  to  pass. 

This  image  and  parts, 
A  story  it  told 
Of  nations  with  arts 
So  strong  and  so  bold. 

A  stone  smoothly  cut 
In  strength  without  hand, 
Smote  this  great  image 
That  could  not  withstand. 

This  image  was  ground 
To  powder  and  dust 
That  wind  carried  off 
With  favoring  gust. 

And  still  it  rolls  on, 
This  wonderful  stone; 
Which  is  Christ's  kingdom 
And  in  it  His  throne. 


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Christians  are  watching 
The  dawn  of  the  day 
When  Jesus  shall  come 
To  take  us  away. 

The  feast  is  prepared 
For  Bridegroom  and  bride; 
As  bride  in  heaven 
We  sit  by  His  side. 

How  many  Christians  here  today 
Within  this  sacred  place, 
Would  willingly  with  Daniel  pay 
His  price  to  feel  God's  grace. 

Three  weeks  in  mourning  Daniel  passed, 

Upon  that  river's  brink. 

No  meat  or  pleasant  food  in  fast, 

No  pleasure  in  his  drink. 

A  wondrous  person  there  he  saw 
Within  this  vision  old, 
In  linen  dress  without  a  flaw 
With  belt  of  purest  gold. 

His  face  shone  with  the  lightning's  glow 
That  through  the  storm  clouds  fly, 
His  eyes  much  brighter  now  doth  show 
Than  stars  in  winter's  sky. 


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His  arms  and  feet  as  sun  on  glass 

In  glowing  beauty  shone; 

Those  arms  and  feet  were  polished  brass. 

His  body  beryl  stone. 

While  on  this  person  he  did  look 

His  friends  from  there  had  sped, 

For  though  his  limbs  with  trembling  shook 

With  greater  fear  they  fled. 

Should  God  with  us  be  pleased  to  speak 
Though  but  a  whispered  call, 
We,  too,  like  Daniel  would  grow  weak 
And  on  our  face  would  fall. 

Now,  when  He  bids  us  rise  to  stand 
As  Daniel  did  that  day, 
He  gives  to  us  His  helping  hand 
When  we  in  earnest  pray. 

These  verses  were  written  to  comfort  the  bereaved 
hearts  of  a  daughter  and  son-in-law,  whose  child's 
birth,  life  and  death  all  happened  in  one  day. 

One  day,  God  gave  our  darling  one 

One  day  for  us  to  love; 
That  day  his  work  below  was  done 

And  now  he  lives  above. 

A  silken  cord  hangs  down  to  earth 

Through  baby  fingers  given; 
God  placed  it  there  at  darling's  birth, 

Our  stairs  from  earth  to  heaven. 


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His  hands  are  pure  as  spotless  snow, 

They  beckon  us  up  there; 
If  God's  dear  presence  in  us  glow 

We  his  bright  home  may  share. 

Thou  God  can  cleanse  each  heart  as  white 

As  our  dear,  sinless  boy; 
We  then  with  him  may  dwell  in  light 

And  share  his  ceaseless  joy. 


Cime  anD  (Eternitp 

Christians,  though  we  have  our  troubles  in  this  world 

as  we  pass  by 
There's  a  glory  time  awaiting,  just  beyond  that  sunlit 

sky. 

When  we  reach  that  land  of  promise  by  the  Father 

to  us  given, 
We  have  passed  the  swelling  Jordan  when  we  reach 

that  glory  heaven. 

There  we'll  dwell  in  brightest  mansions  in  that  city 

of  God's  love; 
And  we'll  walk  those  golden  pavements  in  that  city 

there  above. 

Christians  then  who've  crossed  the  Jordan  there  shall 

meet  each  happy  one. 
Through  this  wilderness  of  earth,  our  journey,  now 

to  heaven  is  done. 


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C&e  king's  pgfctoag 


As  freely  ransomed  Christians 
While  marching  here  we  sing, 
With  Christ  our  royal  leader, 
Our  Savior  and  our  King. 

• 

His  banner  waving  o'er  us. 
His  highway  for  our  feet, 
With  Jesus  marching  onward, 
Our  victory  is  complete. 

He  speaks  such  words  of  comfort, 
His  presence  makes  us  strong; 
With  Jesus  leading  onward 
We  cannot  suffer  wrong. 

The  lonely  wand'ring  Christian 
Sees  lions  near  the  street; 
He  hears  their  growls  and  roarings, 
He  fears  with  them  to  meet. 

He's  lost  the  sight  of  Jesus, 
He's  fearful  of  his  way; 
He  does  not  feel  God's  presence, 
Nor  hear  His  words  today. 

O,  lonely  wand'ring  Christian, 

Keep  step  with  Jesus  dear; 

You   want   His   strengthening   presence, 

You  need  Him  always  near. 

Then  while  we're  marching  onward 
How  happy  we  will  sing; 
With  Jesus  as  our  leader, 
Our  Savior  and  our  King. 


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Dealing  in  tfje  Coucft 

We  may  see  our  Savior  on  His  throne 

And  touch  the  hem  of  His  garment  there; 

We  can  feel  His  virtue  and  His  love 

With  hands  of  faith,  and  the  arms  of  prayer 

O  help  us,  dear  Lord,  in  faith  to  touch; 

With  the  touch  of  that  woman  of  old; 
We  would  rather  have  her  faith  and  touch, 

Than  the  touch  that  increases  our  gold. 

There  was  healing  in  her  faithful  touch 
Of  the  hem  of  His  garment  that  day; 

There  is  healing  now  in  every  touch; 
May  we  touch  Him  by  faith  as  we  pray. 


God  speaks  to  me  in  words  divine, 

In  words  of  ardent  love; 
That  He  may  bring  this  life  of  mine 

To  live  in  heaven  above. 

I  know  that  voice,  I  know  it  well, 
I've  heard  it  times  before, 

When  Jesus  came  my  soul  to  tell, 
He  stood  before  its  door. 

I  did  not  let  Him  in  at  first, 

I  loved  the  worldly  way; 
I  had  not  learned  for  Him  to  thirst, 

I  would  not  let  Him  stay. 


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But,  oh,  the  richness  of  His  love 

My  Savior  shows  for  me; 
Again  He  guides  these  souls  that  rove 

In  purer  ways  to  move. 

He  speaks  with  words  so  kindly  then 

To  guide  the  better  way; 
He  knows  we  all  shall  feel  it,  when 

We  come  with  Him  to  stay. 

We  hear  His  voice,  we  see  His  face, 
So  loving,  meek  and  mild; 

He  leads  us  to  His  heavenly  place, 
The  lost  and  wandering  child. 


(KHarp  mtD  Kloof 

Again  sweet  harmony  has  bound 

The  faithful  heart  to  heart, 
Who  wandering  long  at  last  have  found 

They  could  not  live  apart. 

God  gives  each  life  its  counterpart 

While  in  this  world  below; 
United  with  both  hand  and  heart 

Together  they  should  grow. 

May  peace  and  plenty  always  find 

A  home  beneath  your  roof; 
These  are  the  golden  threads  that  bind, 

We  call  them  warp  and  woof. 


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Dome 


Our  home,  O  that  dear  place, 

How  memory  clings  to  thee; 
The  house,  the  rooms  and  each  dear  face 

Though  absent  still  we  see. 

We  see  our  loved  ones  there 

Around  a  mother's  knee; 
Watched  over  by  a  father's  care 

Beneath  that  family  tree. 

They  work,  they  play,  they  sing, 

From  morn  to  close  of  day; 
Within  that  house  their  laughter  ring 

Which  never  fades  away. 

With  friends  and  neighbors  there, 

The  household  gathered  in, 
That  home  with  them  their  pleasures  share, 

Such  revels  have  no  sin. 

How  sweet  to  think  of  home 

And  those  dear  days  gone  by, 
When  up  and  down  through  earth  we  roam 

Our  thoughts  will  homeward  fly. 

Now  youth  has  come  to  dwell 

Beneath  the  parent  roof; 
Two  loving  hearts  that  plainly  tell 

From  love  they  are  not  proof. 


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The  Parson  ties  a  knot 

That  binds  two  hearts  together; 
O,  may  these  loves  and  sacred  spot 

Be  as  one  love  forever. 

A  home  these  hearts  now  build 

Assisted  by  God's  grace; 
A  home  with  joyous  laughter  filled; 

We  see  the  childish  face. 

God  builds  these  homes  of  earth; 

Great  joy  to  them  is  given; 
So  full  of  joy  and  love  and  mirth 

A  foretaste  here  of  heaven. 


Dftrine  ILotoe 

Thy  love,  great  God,  by  far  exceeding, 
All  love  that  we  on  earth  may  know, 

Unless  we  have  that  second  breeding, 
That  Jesus  came  on  earth  to  show. 

Thy  love,  great  God,  from  heaven  descending, 
Along  with  earth-love  here  to  dwell, 

Within  our  hearts  that  sacred  blending, 
Oh,  who  can  fail  erweet  love  to  tell. 

Before  us  flows  this  mighty  river, 
In  it  we  plunge,  but  can  not  cross; 

It  flows  from  God  that  gracious  giver, 
Without  it,  oh,  how  great  our  loss. 


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Then  may  we  all  from  its  bank  plunge  in 
This  stream  so  long,  so  deep,  and  wide; 

It  will  cleanse  us  all  from  every  sin, 
Our  heavenly  home  stands  by  its  side. 


announcement 

Two  cooing  doves  a  short  time  dwelt 

Within  our  family  tree; 
Within  their  hearts  they  surely  felt 

What  we  could  plainly  see. 

'Twas  sweet  to  see  the  stronger  wing 

Support  his  birdie  fair; 
He  was  to  her  a  faithful  king, 

She  was  his  loving  care. 

Behind  his  wing  two  faces  hide, 
But  shadows  through  it  show, 

Two  beaks  have  met,  but  not  to  chide, 
Secrets  will  out,  you  know. 

Now  lady  birds  with  her  may  play, 
While  he  in  southlands  roam, 

But  soon  will  come  their  happy  day 
When  he  will  take  her  home. 


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announcement 

The  following  verses  contain  two  meanings:  The 
first  meaning  as  written;  the  second  meaning  can  be 
obtained  by  reading  the  word  and  part  of  words 
underscored  as  proper  names:  The  verses  were  sug 
gested  by  the  marriage  of  Miss  L.  P.  Dunne  to  Mr. 
R.  E.  Wise. 

Two  names  together  just  have  crossed, 

Into  love's  brightest  glade, 
One  name  to  us  shall  now  be  lost, 

For  they  in  one  are  made. 

Fate  thought  it  Wise  these  names  should  be, 

Close  blended  into  one, 
The  name  we  lost  you  here  can  see, 

Before  this  work  was  Done. 

How  Wise  the  future  years  may  show, 

To  these  around  the  hearth, 
What  otherwise  should  upward  grow, 

To  fill  this  home  with  mirth. 


Cfte  Crossing 

I  stood  upon  the  curbing; 
I  feared  *o  cross  the  street, 
For  in  i  \y  perfect  blindness, 
I  feared  what  I  might  meet. 

But  while  I  stood  there  doubting 
I  heard  a  sweet  voice  say, 
"The  street  is  clear  before  you, 
Come  straight  across  this  way." 


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I  crossed  it  then,  not  doubting; 
A  hand  took  hold  my  arm; 
My  feet  had  made  the  crossing; 
I  did  not  suffer  harm. 

O!  Christian,  are  you  doubting? 
Is  darkness  on  your  day? 
Your  Father's  voice  is  calling, 
'Come!  doubting  child,  this  way.' 


OJife's 


The  budding  branch  in  rain  and  shower 
Unfolds  a  leaf  or  blossom  there, 

Displaying  nature's  spring  time  flower 
With  a  Creator's  loving  care. 

And  now  the  home  within  that  tree 
This  flowing  joy  of  life  has  felt; 

The  passing  years  all  turn  to  see 

This  lovely  home  where  once  they  dwelt. 

Our  birthdays  with  increasing  years 
Cannot  dissolve  this  pleasant  view; 

But  through  life's  pleasures,  griefs  and  fears 
That  view  fills  us  with  courage  new. 


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J^e  JFH10  Q9p  HansomeD 


I  could  not  see  the  Savior's  face 
Through  all  my  sinful  darkness; 
But  now  that  face  within  my  heart 
Shines  on  my  ransomed  soul; 
O!  I  must  shout  Hallelujah!! 
His  face  shines  in  my  soul. 

I  would  not  hear  my  Savior's  voice 
While  in  my  sinful  darkness; 
But  now  I  hear  His  loving  voice 
Speak  to  my  ransomed  soul; 
O!  I  must  shout  Hallelujah!! 
His  voice  speaks  to  my  soul. 

I  would  not  take  my  Savior's  hand 
While  in  my  sinful  darkness; 
But  now  that  hand  within  my  heart 
Directs  my  ransomed  soul; 
O!  I  must  shout  Hallelujah!! 
His  hand  directs  my  soul. 

I  did  not  hear  the  Father's  voice 

While  in  my  sinful  darkness; 

But  now  His  voice  speaks  to  my  heart, 

And  fills  my  ransomed  soul; 

O!  I  must  shout  Hallelujah!! 

His  voice  now  fills  my  soul. 


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anD  Spirit 


The  spirits  know  where  bodies  lie 

Within  the  silent  grave; 
Again  shall  come  from  yonder  sky 

The  life  those  bodies  gave. 

Then  God  shall  break  the  seal  of  death 

And  roll  its  stone  away; 
Again  shall  come  new  life  and  breath 

Within  this  silent  clay. 

These  bodies  then  redeemed  shall  rise 

To  dwell  with  God  above; 
To  live  with  Christ  above  the  skies 

In  His  dear  home  of  love. 

God's  children  then  shall  feel  no  pain, 
Nor  wear  the  winding  shroud, 

When  Christ  shall  come  to  earth  again 
Within  that  shining  cloud. 

These  bodies  then  with  life  and  breath, 

In  majesty  sublime, 
Shall  triumph  over  grave  and  death, 

And  live  through  endless  time. 


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Christ's  voice  in  sweetest  cadence  breaks 

Like  waves  on  sandy  shore; 
The  heart  is  stirred,  the  soul  awakes, 

We  listen  then  for  more. 

The  summer's  gentle  cooling  breeze 

Comes  on  the  twilight  air; 
We  hear  it  moving  in  the  trees, 

In  form  and  voice  so  fair. 

God  gives  the  sun  to  light  our  day, 
He  sends  the  moon  at  night, 

To  guide  your  footsteps  on  their  way. 
He  always  guides  aright. 


Sign? 

The  birds  know  signs  of  coming  day, 

The  closing  of  the  night; 
They  know  the  sun  is  on  its  way, 

By  streak  of  morning  light. 

New  buds  that  make  the  forest  grey 
Are  signs  of  coming  spring; 

They  know  the  season  on  its  way, 
Green  leaves  those  buds  shall  bring. 

The  blossoms  all  so  fair  and  bright 
Are  signs  of  fruitage  there; 

They  make  the  years  and  steps  so  light, 
They  drive  away  dull  care. 


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The  twilight  at  the  close  of  day 

Is  sign  of  coining  night; 
They  tell  us  sun  has  given  way 

To  moon  and  stars  less  bright. 

The  sighing  grass,  the  waving  grain, 
Are  signs  that  summer's  near; 

They  tell  us  clouds  with  shower  and  rain 
Give  way  to  sunshine  clear. 

The  falling  leaves,  the  cooling  hreeze, 

Are  signs  that  fall  is  near; 
The  branches  on  those  leafless  trees 

Are  now  both  brown  and  sere. 

The  child,  our  hope,  our  life,  our  light, 

Are  signs  of  coming  day; 
When  by  their  wisdom,  love  and  might, 

Great  nations  they  may  sway. 

His  love  within  each  human  heart 

Is  sign  from  God  above, 
That  by  His  grace  we  all  may  rest 

Within  His  home  of  love. 


The  Author,  Mr.  L.  Santee,  dedicates  the  following 
lines  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  L.  B.  Gallagher  for  their  kind 
and  liberal  assistance,  which  has  enabled  him  to  place 
this  volume  in  typewritten  form: 

Blest  memories  return  to  us, 

Along  the  highway  of  our  life; 

Our  thoughts  are  words,  and  those  of  love 

Sweeten  this  world  of  bitter  strife. 


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Though  rough  and  cold  this  rugged  road, 
Along  this  winding  upward  way; 
Kind  deeds  are  buds  that  open  here 
To  blossom  through  eternal  day. 


THE  AUTHOR. 


Cfte  J^ome  of  tfte 


Brain  is  the  home  of  thought  or  mind, 
The  place  where  spirits  dwell; 

Each  spirit  can  its  body  find, 
Its  shape  and  substance  tell. 

The  Spirit  needs  no  wings  in  flight 
To  bring  the  two  together; 

Nothing  can  hinder  its  clear  sight, 
No  fogs  or  stormy  weather. 

The  mountains  high  may  bar  our  light, 
Or  oceans  wide  may  sever; 

The  spirit  has  a  clearer  sight, 
Such  things  can  hinder  never. 


egotfcet's  OSt 

How  sweet  thy  presence,  Mother  Dear, 
To  those  around  thy  hearth; 

They  watch  thy  footsteps  year  by  year; 
This  day  that  gave  thee  birth. 

When  first  we  saw  thy  loving  face 
While  bending  o'er  our  bed; 

We  saw  thy  sweetness,  love  and  grace; 
A  halo  round  thy  head. 


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From  baby's  face  to  youth  full  grown 
Our  eyes  shall  watch  for  thee; 

That  love  which  thou  in  us  have  sown, 
Rich  fruitage  thou  shall  see. 

These  numbering  birthdays  year  by  year 

So  swiftly  pass  away; 
But  love's  sweet  fruitage  pure  and  clear, 

Has  come  with  thee  to  stay. 


Cf)tng0  Wit  l£mtoe  Cftoitgfct  anB  Done 


They  say  we  once  carried 
A  stone  in  the  sack. 
To  balance  the  grist 
Upon  the  horse's  back. 

Then  we  cut  a  large  hole 
For  the  dog  in  the  door. 
Then  for  the  small  dog 
Cut  another  hole  more. 

Should  a  ship  sail  onward 
Across  the  ocean. 
That  she  would  fall  off 
Was  one  time  our  notion. 

If  this  huge  earth  is  round 
Just  like  a  great  ball. 
All  things  underneath, 
Must  assuredly  fall. 


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That  our  first  parents  grew 
From  seed  in  the  earth. 
Then  afterwards  came 
All  their  children  by  birth. 

Please  excuse,  dear  reader, 
This  strange  digression; 
For  from  these  have  come 
Our  broader  progression. 


Scftool  CfnlBten'0  Dap  in 
Cfturcj) 


We  hear  the  sound  of  music, 
We  see  the  tramping  feet, 
A  youthful  army's  passing 
Just  before  my  seat. 

Why  all  these  happy  faces, 
With  smiles  so  clear  and  bright? 
Oh!  they're  recruits  for  Jesus, 
The  army  of  the  light. 

They  are  to  take  the  places, 
Of  those  in  service  here, 
When  we  shall  hear  the  roll  call 
To  muster  over  there. 


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Oh!  ye  builders,  are  you  ready? 
Have  you  chosen  wise  and  well? 
For  this  work  you  now  are  building 
In  eternity  will  tell. 

Have  you  chosen  for  foundation 
Christ,  our  Savior  and  our  Lord? 
All  the  others  will  prove  worthless; 
Only  Christ  and  God's  dear  word. 

You  must  use  God's  word  in  building, 
With  our  Christ  as  priceless  gem, 
For  to  stand  the  test  of  fire 
You  must  have  the  two  of  them. 


Cfte  IBlinD 


Although  you  were  busy 
With  muscle  and  brain, 
From  early  this  morning 
Through  sunshine  and  rain. 

Your  work  seemed  not  irksome 
We  know  by  your  song 
Your  face  went  on  beaming 
While  righting  the  wrong. 

Your  day  at  last  finished, 
While  dinner  is  slow, 
Your  ways  are  entrancing 
No  anger  you  show. 


Though  misfortune  befall 
Whatever  your  fate, 
Your  voice  is  so  cheering 
As  patient  you  wait. 

Though  sickness  befall  you 
With  darkness  without, 
That  joy  reigns  within  you, 
You  leave  us  no  doubt. 


We  hear  no  complaining 
Though  rough  be  the  road, 
Your  peace  is  maintaining 
Whatever  the  load. 


Now  where  is  your  strength  from 
That  keeps  you  this  way 
From  morning  to  night  time 
Through  every  long  day. 

The  scriptures  you  answer, 
God's  light  on  my  way, 
Flows  over  my  measure, 
As  daily  I  pray. 

To  me  they  are  priceless, 
Far  richer  than  gold; 
A  love  so  inspiring 
Can  never  be  told. 

Go  drink  at  that  fountain, 
So  full  and  so  free; 
That  fountain  is  flowing, 
For  you  and  for  me. 


95 


Though  darkness  enshrouds  me, 
My  life  one  long  night; 
This  temple's  God's  dwelling, 
Our  Savior,  the  light. 

Written  by  the  Author,  at  seventy,  after  seven  years 
of  total  blindness. 


GBritten  6p  t&e  aut&or 

The  following  verses  are  a  tribute  of  respect  from 
the  Author  to  two  young  girls  who  frequently  assisted 
him  on  his  way. 

I  hear  their  joyous  laughter, 
Their  voices  clear  and  sweet; 
They're  running  now  to  greet  me. 
I  hear  their  youthful  feet. 

They  would  out-do  each  other, 
When  Agnes  and  Vergie  meet, 
To  guide  my  wandering  footsteps, 
Along  the  chosen  street. 

Their  hearts  are  light  and  joyous, 
As  birds  upon  the  wing; 
Or  when,  in  leafy  bowers, 
These  birds,  there,  chirp  and  sing. 

These  acts  of  sweetest  pleasure, 
Such  youthful  hearts  to  move, 
Is  the  o'erflowing  measure, 
Of  God's  great,  boundless  love. 


96 


OBefore  goit  $ote  3fu0t  Count  tfte  Cost 

Before  you  vote  just  count  the  cost, 
The  cost  both  pro  and  con; 
But  count  it  all,  both  great  and  small, 
Before  your  vote  is  cast. 

Would  selfish  ends  your  vote  obtain, 
Refuse  to  cast  it  there; 
For  principle  should  be  the  goal, 
Be  sure  to  cast  it  with  care. 

Then  cast  your  vote  both  strong  and  true, 
With  principles  the  goal; 
And  God  will  give  a  rich  reward, 
Worth  more  than  base  desire. 

Your  vote  upon  election  day 

Must  serve  a  primal  part; 

For  temperance  it  should  firmly  stand, 

Against  foul  Satan's  art. 

Then  vote  for  them  who  bravely  stand, 
Against  this  awful  curse; 
Who  does  not  for  some  selfish  end, 
A  silence  there  maintain. 

We  cannot  trust  a  man  who  shrinks 
From  duty's  sacred  call; 
That  he  perchance  some  votes  may  win, 
Upon  election  day. 


97 


True  principles  at  any  cost, 
Shall  be  our  slogan  cry; 
There's  other  ways  our  end  to  gain, 
Than  revenue  for  wrong. 

No  more  let  money  stained  with  sin, 
Our  revenue  salute; 

And  then  the  drunkard's  children's  cry, 
Will  change  to  words  of  joy. 

Why  should  we  license  men  to  sell 
Intoxicating  drinks, 
And  then  arrest  those  drunken  men, 
Who  zigzag  on  the  street. 

Shall  our  fair  state,  a  nation's  pride, 
Bear  this  foul  stain  alway? 
Our  votes  have  might  when  cast  aright 
To  drive  this  cloud  away. 


Daughter  3tleen  at  CtoetttHtoo 


My  Daughter,  yes,  my  own  loved  Daughter  mine, 
Twice  blest  for  motherhood  enthroned  sits  there, 
First  a  daughter  to  bind  the  three  in  one, 
And  then  a  son  to  make  the  tie  complete, 
A  happy  father,  mother,  daughter,  son, 
May  God  keep  them  a  loving  family. 


98 


Star 


Once  life's  tempestuous  seas  I  rowed, 

The  thunders  roared,  the  night  was  dark, 

Those  dashing  waves  the  rude  wind  blowed 
Into  my  helpless  little  bark. 

My  courage  failed,  those  waves  to  greet, 
Upon  life's  restless  rolling  tide. 

Then  God  sent  forth  a  star  to  meet 
And  in  His  heavenly  port  to  guide. 

And  now  that  star  leads  on  my  way, 
Just  as  it  did  those  wise  men  old, 

Until  I'll  enter  port  some  day 

To  walk  those  streets  of  shining  gold. 

Then  I  shall  dwell  with  Christ,  the  light, 
With  no  more  stormy  seas  to  fear, 

Among  those  shining  angels  bright 
With  my  loving  Savior  near. 


JLotie 


There  is  nothing  greater 
Than  a  mother's  love, 
Excepting  God  Himself, 
In  heaven  above. 

She  will  sacrifice  life, 
Position,  or  fame, 
For  children's  protection, 
Whatever  the  name. 


99 


Her  hours  of  service 
Are  not  fixed  by  rule 
Like  hours  of  business, 
Or  worship,  or  school. 

This  child  of  her  bosom 
She  nourished  with  care; 
It  is  heaven  on  earth, 
This  love  now  to  share. 

Her  love  so  enduring, 
Holds  its  firm  way, 
While  strength  till  exhausted 
Regards  not  her  clay. 

Yet  Mother's  protection 
Whatever  the  name, 
Though  that  be  contagion, 
Dishonor,  or  shame. 

Her  love  is  enduring 
Through  darkness  and  night, 
Her  love  is  enduring 
Like  Christ  and  the  light. 


I  stood  upon  yon  Alpine  peak 

Amid  a  mountain  range  of  thought. 

How  shall  I  of  their  beauties  speak, 

The  great  expanse  of  view  they  brought. 

Beneath  my  feet  a  peerless  day 

Amid  those  shadeless  sunbeams  bright, 

No  mists  or  fogs  obscured  the  way 
To  dim  the  vision  of  my  sight. 


100 


I  see  men  hurrying  to  and  fro 

Amid  the  busy  walks  of  life, 
With  earnest  thoughts  and  step  they  go 

Amid  this  ever-changing  strife. 

A  beacon  light  shines  bright  and  far 
Along  my  path  where  others  tread, 

Like  the  dear  radiant  Eastern  star 

Where  wisdom's  steps  were  onward  led. 

God's  beacon  gives  a  perfect  light. 

While  we  our  thought  to  actions  mold, 
It  gives  us  all  a  vision  bright 

To  stamp  our  thoughts  in  purest  gold. 

But  self  gives  shadow  to  the  right, 

While  all  our  thoughts  to  actions  mold 

Creating  visions  pure  and  bright 

Our  thoughts,  stamp  dross,  as  purest  gold. 

Within  our  busy  marts  of  trade 
Dross  fills  the  place  of  purer  gold. 

Unequal  changes  here  are  made, 
By  shades  of  self  within  our  mold. 

This  dro«i*  has  plowed  its  furrows  deep 
Upon  sweet  nature's  loving  face; 

Where  selfish  shades  their  vigils  keep 
The  purest  gold  from  nature's  place. 


101 


Unequal  values  great  and  small, 

Rules  changing  values  of  the  earth, 

These  changing  values  rise  and  fall 

Since  shades  of  self  first  gave  them  birth. 

Now  justice  languishes  below, 

And  self  still  furrows  nature's  face, 

And  dross  within  those  furrows  flow 
To  keep  pure  gold  from  nature's  place. 


And  must  God's  work  now  lose  its  grace, 
Journeying  hither,  to  and  fro, 

And  yield  to  dross  to  end  the  race 

And  claim  rewards  for  guilt  and  woe. 


God  cast  us  in  a  finer  mold 

Than  fish  or  insect,  bird  or  beast; 

He  made  the  dross  and  purest  gold 
His  perfect  wisdom  knoweth  best. 

God  gives  us  vision  to  discern 

The  sense  of  nature  through  this  mold, 
Within  the  school  of  life  to  learn 

To  stamp  the  grades  of  dross  and  gold. 

And  then  God  gave  the  golden  rule, 
With  it  to  stamp  each  act  of  life; 

He  gives  us  this  in  life's  great  school 
To  cancel  all  our  words  and  strife. 


102 


But  self  and  Satan  in  this  mold 
Have  placed  in  us  this  sinful  leaven, 

And  then  we  stamp  the  dross  for  gold 
Which  close  to  us  the  gates  of  heaven. 

But  justice  gives  to  Christ  alone 

The  power  to  kill  this  sinful  leaven, 

And  for  our  sinful  deeds  atone 
He  opens  wide  the  gates  to  heaven. 

Now  o'er  these  lofty  Alpine  peaks 
Amid  this  mountain  range  of  thought 

God  arches  with  the  words  he  speaks 
The  lessons  that  for  us  He  sought. 


Peace 

There  is  no  rest  or  perfect  peace 
Upon  these  rolling  waves  of  life; 

Until  the  storms  that  made  them  cease, 
Until  the  end  of  human  strife. 

And  then  a  smiling  peaceful  face 

Transforms  the  furrowed  face  of  care, 

And  peace  now  finds  a  resting  place, 
No  longer  swept  by  waves  of  care. 

Joy  fills  the  heart  of  every  one, 
Now  looking  in  this  peaceful  face; 

That  this  world's  war  at  last  is  done 
And  peace  has  found  her  resting  place. 


103 


'0  presence 


God's  ears  are  always  open, 
He  hears  our  every  cry, 
We  need  no  angel  pinions 
To  carry  them  on  high. 

For  He  is  here  among  us, 
His  presence  now  we  feel, 
His  glory  shines  around  us, 
While  at  His  feet  we  kneel. 

His  hands  are  here  to  lift  us 
When  we  in  weakness  fall, 
He  knows  our  sinful  nature, 
He  knows  the  hearts  of  all. 

He  knows  our  every  sorrow, 
We  see  His  face  of  love, 
He  fills  our  hearts  with  rapture, 
While  here  on  earth  we  move. 

He  gives  us  strength  for  weakness, 
He  lights  each  coming  day, 
His  Holy  Spirit  guides  us 
Upon  our  onward  way. 

We  have  a  mansion  yonder 
Above  this  world  of  care, 
Where  we  shall  meet  to  worship 
And  Christ's  dear  presence  share. 


104 


California 

We  see  Dame  Nature's  fond  Caress, 

In  this  State  each  hour, 
Her  smile  of  sunshine  here  expressed, 

The  sweetness  of  her  power: 
In  Cal-i-for-ni-a. 

Our  mountain  peaks  their  vigils  keep, 
With  nightcaps  white  as  snow, 

While  nature's  children  peacefully  sleep, 
And  their  great  beauty  show: 

In  Cal-i-for-ni-a. 

• 

Our  fruits  and  trees  the  very  best, 

Dame  Nature  kept  in  store, 
That  she  might  place  them  farthest  west, 

Upon  Pacific's  shore: 
In  Cal-i-for-ni-a. 

And  then  she  placed  in  granite  mould, 

To  fill  our  hearts  with  joy, 
The  brightest  of  her  purest  gold, 

Without  the  least  alloy: 
In  Cal-i-for-ni-a. 

Then  we  must  here  express  our  love, 

Our  love  the  purest,  best, 
To  God  who  dwells  in  Heaven  above, 

We  His  abiding  guest: 
From  Cal-i-for-ni-a. 


105 


Commemorating  6©p  Daughter's 
C!nrtp*fiftJ) 


The  golden  mean  that  lays  between, 
The  morning  light  and  end  of  strife; 
That  spans  the  ever-changing  stream 
Through  the  allotted  years  of  life. 

Your  happy  dreams  of  early  life, 
Have  lost  the  brightness  of  their  hue 
But  blossoms  fade  that  hid  the  bud, 
The  purest  hopes  of  fruitage  new. 

The  fruitage  of  maturer  life, 
Are  ripened  by  revolving  years; 
These  fruits  will  have  a  richer  glow, 
When  moistened  by  our  falling  tears. 

What  though  you  live  between  the  waves 
Or  mount  the  oceans'  rolling  tide; 
Praise  God  for  all  His  works  and  ways, 
At  last  to  port  you'll  safely  ride. 


2Dur  Countrp'0  Call 

(Its  Fulfillment  and  the  Soldier's  Return.) 

We  listened  to  our  country's  call, 
We  forced  a  monarch  to  the  wall 
The  Allies  faced  four  years  of  Hell, 
While  millions  of  their  loved  ones  fell. 
We  filled  the  breaches,  forced  the  fight, 
Till  justice  shone  through  that  dark  night. 
And  now  we're  home,  we've  come  to  stay, 
While  justice  holds  her  rightful  sway. 


106 


All  honor  to  each  comrade  brave, 

No  tyrant  and  no  cringing  slave. 

No  monarch  o'er  us  holds  his  rod, 

With  liberty  we  worship  God. 

We  hail  with  joy  the  end  of  strife, 

To  fill  our  place  in  peaceful  life. 

We  love  our  plains  and  forests  wide, 

We  love  our  own  dear  fireside. 

To  us  each  home  is  sacred  ground, 

Where  youthful  hopes  still  linger  'round. 

The  sexes  are  but  dual  parts 

Where  love's  communing  links  two  hearts. 

The  golden  band  engagement  ring 

With  marriage  vows  proclaim  us  king. 

But  while  we're  king  in  this  dear  fold, 

Our  loving  queen  is  brighter  gold. 

And  now  we're  here  we  haste  to  greet 

Each  friendly  face  with  eager  feet. 

Here  strife  must  yield  to  gentler  power 

Where  sweet  affections  rule  the  hour. 

But  some  have  fallen,  they're  not  here. 

For  them  there  flows  the  silent  tear. 

Beneath  yon  vaulted  star-lit  sky 

God  knows  the  graves  where  heroes  lie. 

The  sun  and  moon  their  vigils  keep, 

Where  friends  and  loved  ones  for  them  weep. 

Lord  grant  we  them  may  meet  above, 

Within  the  Eden  of  God's  love. 


107 


Primetml  ^ersiis  CiilttoateB  J!3ature 

The  verses  in  the  first  part  of  this  poem  refer  to   Nature   in  the 
Rough.    Balance  refers  to  Nature  under  Cultivation. 

From  woodland  slopes  to  quiet  dale, 
From  snow-clad  peaks  to  sunny  vale, 
Wild  Nature  holds  her  sway. 

Her  giant  trees  with  branches  tossed, 

While  babbling  brooks  their  shadows  crossed, 

Now  hasten  on  their  way. 

The  branches  build  the  great  highway, 
Where  squirrels  dwell  throughout  the  day; 
Their  fortress  and  their  home. 

Here  birds  with  flitting,  gaudy  wing, 
In  joyful  anthems  loud  they  bring 
To  God  their  notes  of  praise. 

Beneath,  the  wild  beasts  have  their  lair, 
Within  this  pleasant  home  they  share 
The  liberty  God  gives. 

Here  human  forms  in  Nature's  dress 
Receive  fond  summer's  sweet  caress, 
Their  bed  upon  the  ground. 

And  now  these  human  bodies  fair 

Are  clothed  in  garments,  combed  their  hair, 

In  fashion's  latest  style. 

These  forests  in  their  grandeur  wild 
Are  but  the  building  of  the  child, 
In  strength  for  future  years. 


108 


This  strength  must  come  from  human  brain 
From  books  that  teach  and  schools  that  train, 
While  climbing  higher  up. 

March  on!  March  on!  advancing  years, 
Dispelling  doubt  and  gloomy  fears, 
As  onward  still  we  climb! 


Cfte  ILorD'0 


Within  that  upper  chamber, 
Around  that  social  board, 
How  pleasant  to  remember 
That  supper  with  the  Lord. 

Christ's  manna  from  above, 
They  ate  and  drank  together, 
Sent  down  from  God,  the  Father, 
His  gift  of  perfect  love. 

Christ's  blood,  that  wine,  a  token 
Flowing  from  Calvary, 
From  His  dear  body  broken, 
Was  freely  shed  for  me. 

And  now  we  meet  together 

To  banquet  on  the  word 

Sent  down  from  God,  the  Father, 

Through  Christ,  our  risen  Lord. 

Some  day  will  bring  the  message 
To  meet  with  them  above; 
For  Christ  has  paid  our  passage 
To  Heaven,  their  home  of  love. 


109 


2Dur 


This  was  written  to  comfort  a  lady  who  had  lost  a  loving  daughter 
through  an  automobile  accident. 

Our  girl  brought  light  and  sunshine  to  those  about 

our  knee. 

She  was  a  dear,  sweet  blossom  upon  our  family  tree. 
She  filled  with  fullest  measure  our  hearts  with  hope 

and  joy. 
She  was  among  our  treasures,  a  gem  without  alloy. 

Her  life  to  us  was  given  to  fill  our  home  with  love, 
And  then  pass  on  before  us,  to  dwell  in  heaven  above. 
There,  we  can  see  her  walking  upon  that  golden  shore 
While  waiting  for  our  landing,  where  parting  is  no 
more. 

Oh,  parents,  are  you  trusting  upon  life's  rolling  wave, 
The  holy  spirit's  guidance  and  Christ  enthroned  to 

save. 
Then,  you  shall  have  the  blossom  again  upon  your 

breast 
Where  hearts  with  love  are  blending,  creating  perfect 

rest. 


C&e  Claims 

Pennsylvania. 

Sweet  cadence  in  this  word  I  hear, 
Each  changing  season  of  the  year, 
In  Pennsylvania. 

There,  greatest  youthful  joys  I  found 
Upon  that  dear  enchanted  ground, 
In  Pennsylvania. 


110 


I  know  these  words  cannot  express 
Dame  Nature's  love  and  fond  caress, 
In  Pennsylvania. 

Upon  my  lips  and  cheeks  and  brow 
I  feel  her  sweet  caresB  just  now, 
From  Pennsylvania. 

I  see  her  dressed  in  springtime  light 
With  sunshine,  dew,  and  rainbows  bright, 
In  Pennsylvania. 

Bright  colored  blossoms  in  her  hair, 
Her  form  majestic  ever  fair, 
In  Pennsylvania. 

I  see  her  in  her  summer  dress, 
I  know  the  warmth  of  her  caress, 
In  Pennsylvania. 

And  now  I  see  in  Autumn  light, 
Dame  Nature  dressed  in  fall's  delight, 
In  Pennsylvania. 

Again  I  see  in  winter's  glow, 
Dame  Nature's  dress  of  purest  snow, 
In  Pennsylvania. 

The  claims  of  youth  and  birthplace  all 
Thru  memory  upon  us  call, 
No  matter  where  we  roam. 


Ill 


SDcean  of  (SoO's  JLotoe 


Our  thoughts  and  words  and  deeds  must  show 

The  love  that  God  has  given. 
Like  mighty  rivers  onward  flow, 

Our  ocean  yonder  heaven. 

That  ocean  has  unfathomed  depths 

Of  love  we  all  may  share; 
It  is  the  sum  of  human  debts 

Which  God  returns  us  there. 

No  ebb  or  flow  or  rolling  wave, 

No  changing  of  the  tide; 
All  those  who  claim  God's  power  to  save, 

Unanchored  safely  ride. 

They  walk  with  Christ  and  His  great  love 

Upon  that  ocean  floor, 
No  angry  waves  or  clouds  above, 

There,  doubt  shall  be  no  more. 


112 


Cfte  ©ame  of 


God  bless  the  game  and  bless  the  day 

In  Labor's  earnest  call, 
When  honest  work  and  honest  pay 

Shall  be  the  rule  of  all. 

There  must  be  leaders  in  the  game, 

In  Labor's  work  below. 
We  care  not  what  may  be  their  name, 

They  must  from  Labor  grow. 

Then  strength  for  pay  should  be  still  more 
Than  those  whose  strength  is  less, 

Is  not  our  capital  in  store 

The  strength  that  each  possess? 

Then  why  attempt  to  even  up 

The  strength  of  you  and  me. 
We  cannot  change  each  other's  cup, 

That  would  injustice  be. 

But  strength  in  Labor's  game  of  life 

In  weakness  often  falls. 
Then  mercy  strengthens  cup  of  strife, 

That  they  may  dine  from  all. 


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